(Tiffany's husband above)

Tonight was the night that I interviewed my special guest on the station. I don't know why but it was invigorating to meet new people. The only part that was scary was that the station wouldn't tell us who the special guest was. We would either figure it ourselves or just meet them on that day. Sadly I had to wait until it was my segment which was tonight at 8:00.

When I went to the office it was slightly normal. Mr. Shaw had more insults that usual and Im not gonna lie, they hurt but my best skill in life was pushing shit down. It's how I've always been and how I will remain till I go six feet under like my dear old auntie. I wonder where she went because she wasn't the nicest person to be around when she was alive.

After a long tortuous day at work, I went to babysit/ tutor Carly and then went to pick up Tiffany for work. I had to pick her up because she was having this little argument with her husband. Along with the fact that she was to broke to pay for some type of transportation.

When I got in front of her grand mansion I texted her.

I waited five minutes with the car running and she texted back.

I put the car in park and went up to her door step. I bent down flipped over the place mat and got the key that was tapped on the other side. When I got it opened I put the key back into its original position.

When I opened the door I heard yelling. It was coming from the to people in the living room. Tif had a suit case in her hand and her husband was right in from of her.

"FUCK YOU" Tiffany shrieked at the top of her lungs to her husband.

"What did you just say to me?" her husband, James, yelled.

"I'm leaving for a while cuz u don't know how to appreciate me. When you figure out how to treat me like the queen I am maybe I'll come back to your sorry ass" she yelled as well.

"Who the hell needs you? I'm glad because when I sleep next to you it's like cuddling with a furnace" he yelled.

"Exactly, so you better watch what you say next cuz I burn assholes" she said in a dangerously low voice.

"Now you're not making any sense. Your delusional!" he said scoffed.

"Ugh I don't even know why I married you" she yelled pushing him.

"Same here. You're crazy" he said snatching her wrist.

"How am I CRAZY! Because I love you too much?" She said trying to yank her wrist away.

"No you're crazy because you think I'm cheating on you. Which I'm not by the way because if I did I wouldn't be here" he said frustrated.

"Your cheating because every five minutes you gotta go to your fancy rich clients to make some expensive roast beef at night. You're suppose to be making ME roast beef at night. YOU SERVING PEOPLE MY DAMN ROAST BEEF." She yelled so loud I thought I was gonna be deaf. Even with her far away it was like listening to a police siren.

"And this is why you're crazy?" he said.

"CALL ME CRAZY ONE MORE TIME. ONE MORE TIME JAMES. I'LL SHOW YOUR ASS WHO THE HELL CRAZY UP IN THIS BITCH" she said as she clapped her hands as she said the words.

"Oh yea you showed me last time. When YOU BROKE THE DAMN TV. NOW I CAN'T WATCH NO NETFLIX OR CABLE ON MY TV" he said gesturing over to the spot where the TV had been.

"ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT THE TV SHORT CIRCUITED WHEN I POURED WATER ON IT." She said trying to defend herself.

"WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND POURS WATER ON A TV?!" he said waving his hands up in the air.

"OH SO NOW YOU SAYING MY MIND ISN'T RIGHT?!" she accused.

"OH MY GOD" he said rubbing his hands in his face.

"THAT BETTER BE THE SOUND OF YOU PRAYING TO GOD THAT YOU GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT" she said.

"Do what you want Tif. When you done being crazy the door is always open" he said defeated.

"The only way I'll comeback to this house is by you getting on those bony ass knees and begging for mercy like my boy Shawn Mendez" she said with a huff.

"Guess you gonna be waiting forever" he said casually with a shrug.

"Fine by me baby" she said with a shrug to.

They were staring at each other for quite sometime but we needed to leave soon for the station. So I cleared my throat. Automatically their eyes were turned to me now.

"Let's go Jeanie" Tiffany said as she got her suitcase and didn't say another word to her husband.

"Um.. whose place you gonna stay at Tif?" I asked as I walked with her to my car with her bag.

"Yours dummy" she said shortly.

"For how long?" I said casually and she glared at me.

"Yea, no, of course, stay forever if you like" I said trying to defuse the deadly glare she gave me.

"Damn Skippy" she said with a smile and sashayed to my truck and put her bag in. The first few minutes of the drive was silence. I was scared to asked what was up but I was to damn nosey and asked anyway.

"So that was a big fight?" I said staring the obvious.

"What do you mean?" she said confused.

"Well you guys screamed at each other" I said explaining what just happened.

"Bitch, please that was nothing" she said and checked her nails out.

"What?" I said with confusion laced in my voice. I didn't understand. Yelling and screaming means fighting....right?

"It's what we do girl" she said with grin.

"But what's the benefits of fighting like that?" I said curious.

"Well... it gets all this passion out of him that's angry and you know what happens after that" she said seductively.

"I don't think that's healthy" I said concerned.

"Says the girl who eats fast food more that she eats eat veggies" she said rolling her eyes.

"Vegetables are evil" I said dramatically.

"No their not" she giggled.

"They killed my auntie" I said.

"Your auntie died from all that greasy food." She contradicted.

"Eh" I said because I didn't know what else to say. My aunt was not the best eater. After that conversation the mood was light and we laughed and sang songs from the radio.

When we entered the station, there was Wes standing at the door with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey Wes" me and Tif said at the same time.

"Hey guys." Wes said with a smile on his face."Hey can I talk to you in private Jeanie?" he said this part nervous.

"Yea sure dude" and went with Wes inside the little office where we worked.

"What's up?" I said causally.

"Well as you know, me and my girlfriend broke up" he started.

"What! Why" I asked. .

"Different wants and needs" he said shortly.

"Okay... so what's that have to do with me?" I said confused.

"Because I want to ask you something very important" he said shyly.

"Well out with it man. The guest might come any minute now" I said.

"Oh well um I... do you think like... maybe...want to...I don't know... go somewhere...with me like um... a date" he said. It took him at least five minutes to say all that.

"Um..." I said trying to think but then the door busted out like the police raiding a crack house.

We both turned to face who opened the door and what I saw was a bastard.

"What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?" He said furious that he had to see me.

"No... um I work here" I said calmly and quietly.

"Go work somewhere else" he said through gritted teeth.

"Can't really do that" I said nervously. This was not gonna be fun for me. At all.

"Jeanie, do you know him?" Wes intervened.

"Yea he is my boss for that internship I told you about"

"Oh really" he said and went up to him to shake his hand.

"Hey man welcome to the show really glad to have you here" he said with a smile.

"Glad to be here. Can I have your name?" Mr. Shaw said with a genuine smile.

WHAT THE HELL? How many times do I have to deal with him? How long have I known him? And he has never genuinely smiled at me. Not once or been nice to me or even acknowledged my presence but with Wes is all bros before hoes.

"Wes Arnold. And yours?" Wes said.

"Michael Shaw. You can call me Michael" Mr. Shaw said.

"And you can call me Mr. Arnold. And if you disrespect her in anyway I'll gladly kick your ass" Wes said.

"Can't make any promises" Mr. Shaw said glaring in my direction.

God why?