Drama 99 FM by Janine A. Morris

me shit, but you’re looking out. I really like that about you.”
    â€œAw, thanks,” she replied as she hit PLAY.
    A few seconds later, the sounds of a harsh beat began to seep from the speakers in every corner of her office. Polytics’s lyrics began to consume the beat, and it wasn’t long before both Polytics and Madison were bopping their heads. Madison used the remote by her keyboard to turn the volume down some.
    â€œNow, this one I like. The beat demands your attention, and your flow is different on this track versus the others,” she said.
    â€œI was thinking about making this one my next or third single,” he said.
    â€œI think it definitely should be a single, but you may want to make one of your tracks with an R & B hook your next single. As we discussed, you have to build your ladies audience.”
    Just as Polytics was about to respond, there was a knock at the door. Madison leaned over and pressed PAUSE on the remote.
    â€œWho is it?” Madison yelled.
    She couldn’t depict who belonged to the muffled voice on the other side of the door. She was guessing it was KD, Polytics’s security, Martin, or someone working late trying to find some other human life in the office. She walked around her desk to open the door. Standing on the other side was the five-three cleaning lady with garbage bags in her hand.
    â€œI needed to get your garbage,” she said.
    â€œSure, I’m sorry,” Madison said as she moved out of the way.
    The little lady entered the room and began removing the filled bag of garbage and bringing it to her cleaning cart outside Madison’s door. As she did what she needed to do, Polytics looked around the room at all the platinum- and gold-record plaques hanging on the wall addressed to Madison Cassell of WDRD. He read each one, checking out all the details.
    â€œDo all the artists send you a platinum record?” he asked.
    â€œNot all, but most. The ones whose music I have played.”
    â€œWell, I’ll be sure to send you my platinum record next month.”
    Madison giggled.
    The woman had replaced the garbage bag with an empty one and finished what she was doing. Madison waited and began to close the door behind her after saying good night.
    â€œHow are you so sure you’re going to go platinum?” she asked.
    â€œI just do. My album is hot, and my singles have been the biggest club songs all month.”
    â€œWell, I’m happy that you’re so confident and so excited, but it’s happened before.”
    â€œWhat has happened before?”
    â€œAn artist looks so promising, and then their career flopped.”
    â€œOh, no—that won’t be me.”
    â€œOK. Well, if you are so sure of yourself and your career, why do you have me up here late at night to get feedback?”
    â€œBecause I wanted you up here late at night,” Polytics said as he moved toward her in one movement.
    Madison was thrown completely off guard, but before she could try to gather her thoughts, Polytics’s strong hands had the back of her head, and his tongue was roaming around in her mouth. She felt his other hand stroking her back, and though her mind was telling her one thing, her body was enjoying every second of it. Madison couldn’t remember the last time she had been kissed so passionately, if ever at all.
    She finally placed her hand between herself and Polytics to make some room between them. As soon as he backed up enough to look her in her eyes, he reached back in with his mouth. This time while he kissed her he picked her up and walked toward the wall behind her. She could feel her body release endorphins; she seemed to just get weaker and weaker. Madison knew this was all wrong, but there was no doubt that it felt all right. He had her pinned against the wall, kissing every bare part of her body he could reveal as he removed her shirt and pulled her bra strap down. Madison just gasped for