hilarious.” Nixon chuckled. “Motherfucker, if you even think to open your mouth and even speak my name in mixed company, I will end you. The least of your problems will be Yasmine going to the State Bar tomorrow. I’ve got so much shit on you, you’d be up under the fuckin’ prison cell for the rest of your life.”
Nixon sneered. “Would you like some samples? Here we go! How about the sexual assault charges at Southern University? Now that was a real humdinger. Apparently, you like to finger drunk chicks that are passed out in bed. That school sucks, by the way, but I digress. You’ve got some problems with being a racist prick too, I hear. I’ve heard some interesting stories. How charming. With the way the country is right now, you can rest assured any racial slurs and injustice you’ve propagated will be another nail in your coffin. And just so we’re clear, I have all of that information, too. Even some text message transcripts! It pays to have friends in high places.”
Just then, someone walked in and entered a stall. They both looked at the closed door, then back at one another.
“That girl lied!” The man seethed, his eyes darkening. He looked downright furious. And afraid. “She dropped the charges and I don’t know what Yasmine told you, but she’s lying, too. She always tries to play the victim, pull the race card, so trust me, you can’t believe anything she says!”
“You don’t know what Yasmine told me, but she’s lying? Sounds convincing. No wonder you have to steal other people’s work.” Nixon rolled his eyes. “Listen buck, you don’t want to dance with me. It would be like a waltz with the Devil. I’m not Terrell. I don’t bend over and get fucked. I do the fucking. I’m also not classy like Yasmine. I’m not going to follow the rules and do everything aboveboard, all while wearing my red bottoms and giving speeches to the inner-city youth. No… that’s her bag… being a pillar to her community. But when it comes to taking care of this situation right here, that’s not how I operate.”
“What do you want?! Why are you doing this?!” The man sounded like a pussy. What a wuss…
“My reason for having this chat with you is simple. I don’t want Yasmine to have to go to the State Bar. If she does that, she’ll be taking herself down along with you. She knows that, but she has this crazy thing called honor and integrity. Me? Not so much. Anyway, we can’t have her do that. It leaves a smear on the record. No one talks about this, but if a lawyer goes rattin’ out another one though they’d take those justified charges seriously and more than likely rule in her favor, it could tarnish her reputation. And not only that, she could kiss her promotion and any other opportunity goodbye, after working so hard at her profession. Plus, she’s speaking up against a White man. Regardless of the fact you suck at your career, you still trump her. You know it… She knows it.
“But here’s the beauty.” He grinned. “I. TRUMP. YOU. I’m going to ensure she avoids that. Can’t have her being labeled a traitor, a troublemaker. You know how this shit works. Yasmine is scheduled to go to the Bar tomorrow. I suggest you make sure she doesn’t have to. I want your ass to slide that case back over to her as soon as you hit the damn door today, and then, before the end of the week, I want you to put in your letter of resignation. Do it in that order.”
“You’re crazy, I’m not doing that! You’re just as delusional as Yasmine, you know that? Wait a minute…” The man got a strange look in his eyes. “Are you fucking her?”
Just then, the man in the stall flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash his hands. Nixon chuckled and shook his head.
“You’re not very sharp, are you? How did natural selection miss you?”
“Look, Nixon, this isn’t the Wild Wild West, okay? I’m not giving the case back. I have a right to it, as if this is any of your business, and I’m not resigning. I’m going to be made partner soon. Period. And as far as that racism bit, I really resent that! If anyone has been a victim of racism, its’s been me!” The man pointed at himself, his voice raised. The bathroom