I was dead tired. The awards show hadn’t wrapped up until late last night. Then, I’d had to get up and get to school on time because I had a test in first period. I’d headed to the station right after school. I wished that I could’ve canceled today’s taping. But since that wasn’t an option, I was trying my best to just make it through the day. “Hey, Yolanda. What’s up?” I said. “There is someone at the front desk to see you.” “Who?” I asked, surprised. They knew I was very selective in the visitors I allowed at the station and most people knew not to even bother me. As the host of one of the top TV entertainment shows in the country, I had fans who would try anything to get next to me. So the station usually kept a tight rein on who they let come see me. “Who is it?” I asked again when she didn’t answer. “Girl, it’s your ex.” “My ex?” I said. I knew she wasn’t talking about Bryce Logan, whom I’d thought was my first love. Bryce knew better than to show up at the station.
