Toya’s voice boomed so loudly that Dominique winced. “You’re telling me that fine ass man kissed you, and you ran like a scared little girl? You have got to be kidding me!” Dominique shook her head at her friend. The two of them were getting pedicures at Oasis Nail Spa in Midtown Manhattan. As their feet soaked, they sipped Cosmopolitans and discussed the events at DJ’s party the night before. The typically quiet atmosphere was completely different today. Toya’s voice thundered each time she spoke. Her laughter echoed off the walls. But the staff wouldn’t dare to try and hush her. She was one of their best tippers. Dominique swished her toes around in the green tea–scented water. “We have a business relationship.” Toya frowned. “So?” “I can’t work on DJ’s behalf while screwing his manager.” “Why not?” “Because my other artists might think I was showing favoritism.” “And?” “I don’t want anybody questioning the integrity of my work.” “Save that shit, Dominique!”
