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From page 261-263

I wasn't surprised that both Ray and Dave had been talking about me behind my back. They felt that since I worked for them, they had the right to know whatever they wanted about me. They couldn't afford me the same respect they did for the male editors that came before me. I have spoken to former male editors of the magazine who were never asked the same questions. So why was my situation so different?    

After Fahiym left the office, Tanya and I dissected the conversation that had just taken place. One of our collective talents was to take pieces of information that we gathered from everyone around the office, cut off the fat that came with that information, which usually resulted from the messenger's self-serving agenda, and put it all together so we could decipher the truth.

   

"It sounds like it came from Ray," Tanya offered.

   

"I'm heated."

   

"I know you are. I would be too."

   

"Why the f*ck are they so obsessed with my sex life?" I asked, not expecting a reasonable answer, especially after countless accusations by Ray that I had been sleeping with artists, some that I had never even met.

   

"Okay, you know they're not gonna fire you. You do know this. Who else are they gonna get to do your job?"

   

"That's not the point. How many times is he going to bring this sh*t up?

And now he's telling people on the staff. He's still asking me about rappers all the time. It has nothing to do with anything."

    

If I was ever going to make my formal complaint, this was the time to do it.

I clicked on send twice and the message box disappeared. It was gone. And there was no taking it back.

Things were really heating up by this point in the book, and there were so many things that happened before then. Tomorrow, I'll be back with more juicy details.

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