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  But that’s not even the irony of the whole thing.  I later find out that not only is she Myron’s sister… the woman is a romance author.”
    “Oh God!  Turn it off!  Turn it off!” Delona shouted.  Cara quickly complied. 
    Delona wanted to curl up into a ball and hide from this cruel world she’d come to.  She hid behind her hands, unable to face anyone at that moment.  Not even Cara.  Why did it seem like everyone in this town had it in for her?    
    Cara’s panicked voice breached her cocoon.  “D-don’t take it like that, Dee.  Maybe Myron won’t find out about it.   Or-or maybe he can talk to Mr. Carter or something,” she said, stammering over her words.  “It’ll be okay.  You forget that Myron and Danny have a strange sense of humor.  We’ll all be laughing about this in no time… hee, hee.”
    ***
    Laughing in no time, my ass. The brotha is pissed! Delona thought as she sat through another one of her brother’s rants.  She hated when Myron acted like this.  Just because he was ten years older than she was didn’t give him the right to treat her like some kind of idiot.  She held her tongue, allowing her eyes to diligently follow her brother while he paced behind his massive desk.  Myron’s hands were a blur as he gestured furiously in front of him.  She was starting to believe that some of Danny’s spicy Latin heritage was rubbing off on her older brother.  Myron’s normally handsome face was strained by the stress of the morning and she started to feel guilty for being the source of it.  Her only saving grace was that Danny was running late, thus unable to add his usual fuel to the heat of the latest controversy.
    “What the hell were you thinking?  No, no… Don’t answer that because we all know you weren’t!  Don’t you roll your eyes at me, sister-girl!  This is not the time to try me.” 
    Delona met Myron’s green-hazel eyes.  Damn! She hadn’t realized she was doing it.  “Look.  I said I was sorry.  I didn’t mean to offend him, no matter who he is…was…whatever.”
    “Your apologies are getting tired.  We can’t keep letting this happen, Dee.  All you had to do at that party was smile, hang out, and be cordial.”
    “I was trying to, but—”
    “Trying isn’t going to cut it!” he shouted, stopping abruptly to pound his manicured fist on the desk.  He pointed his index finger at her.  “You need to work on your social skills.  The lessons start today.”
    Delona’s mouth fell open.  She found herself blinking uncontrollably as a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding escaped her.  “You mean you’re not going to fire me?”  For the first time since hearing Andrew that morning, she allowed herself to relax.
    “Fire you?” he shouted, straightening his posture and staring at her wide eyed.  “And give your parents a reason to chew on my ass every New Year’s, Christmas, and every gathering in between for the rest of my natural life?  I don’t think so.  Knowing them, they’ll probably outlive my ass, as well as my future grandchildren.”  He leaned over the desk again, using the palms of his hands to support his tall frame.  “But you…” he continued, pointing one long brown finger at her again.  “You are going to do something about this problem of yours.  And what the hell have I told you about wearing that ridiculous outfit in here?  You’re one of our senior editors, dammit!  You need to start dressing the part.”
    Delona grabbed the lapels of her suit jacket.  “What the heck’s wrong with my outfit?” she demanded to know.
    Myron straightened and placed his hands on his narrow hips.  He started to say something but opted to close his eyes and let out a long sigh.  Slowly, he shook his head from side to side as if praying in a way only he and the good Lord could comprehend.
    “Go on,” he said, his temper now deflated.  “Cara and the others are waiting for you.”

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