Still trying to plan.

Shanique sat at her desk working and found herself annoyed as hell. She had to turn away ignorant Negro dumbass after ignorant Negro dumbass for hours. It made her want to scream in frustration, and honestly, the only reason she hadn't was how guilty it made her. As she was now having to deal with ignorant Negro dumbass and not her boss Bobby, she now knew how tiring it got within the first fifteen minutes, much less a whole day.

Though he had been dealing with this for months at this point, which wasn't any better. As it only made her guilt worse as well, she had been on the phone screwing around, not doing her job that she got a steady paycheck for. Poor Bobby had to deal with ignorant Negroes barging into his office demanding a bigger paycheck for albums that didn't sell and were mostly taking up renting space in a warehouse somewhere. These Negroes weren't making enough to maintain the equipment at the studio, and yet they were demanding thousands of dollars in pay increases.

It made her feel so stupid as well as guilty. As it shouldn't have taken her boss cramming his pale pillar down her throat to see the bullshit about Black superiority. As how can anyone that claimed to be superior not be enough to keep the lights on and ask for a raise? "Negro, please." Shanique said to herself out loud as she was now seeing the truth as it was, which was a lot of dumbass Negroes fronting to be better than the monkeys they were.

So now with her fuck-ups made very clear to her, Shanique needed to make up with her boss. She really needed to prove she was a good Negro now; usually she would do the tried-and-true methods of the secretaries that came before her and be his personal bitch. That plan, though, wouldn't work for as Choco was already proving herself to be his number one, and she was pretty sure she couldn't compete with the amount of jiggle that Choco had going on.

So considering she needed to make amends with her boss and being a runner-up to his main bitch would be a shit job of making amends, she had to come up with another idea. She would be his bitch, of course, but she needed more than that with what Choco was providing him. Though what that was she didn't know yet. Her mind wandered, trying to figure out how to get along with her boss.

"Gifts? Bitches? Maybe try and figure out how to get these dumb Negroes to actually work around here." Shanique said to herself, spitballing ideas about how best to improve relations. She was interrupted from her little brainstorming session as the phone at her desk began to ring. She picked up the phone. "This is QOH Studios. How can I help?" Shanique said hesitantly, being out of practice and not having answered the phone in months, which brought the guilt back once more as she was reminded once more she hadn't done shit in months.

The conversation that followed over the phone was fast-paced as whoever was on the other line was screaming at Shanique, and Shanique was trying to answer back as calmly as she could for her boss Bobby. Though eventually after the thirty-minute mark of getting screamed at, she lost her shit and started yelling back. This screaming match over the phone went on for an hour, though on the bright side, any of the Black people looking to start a shot for a raise would turn around the moment they saw a screaming Shanique.

The screaming match finally ended when Shanique screamed. "Fuck you too!" Then proceed to slam the phone down on the desk. Shanique took a moment to catch her breath, as she had been screaming so long she had actually gotten out of breath. Once she had gotten her breathing under control and air back in her lungs, Shanique realized something: she didn't even know who the fuck she'd been screaming with. So she checked the phone log real quick and saw who it was and then knew exactly why she had been in a fucking hour-long screaming match.

"Tupa, you fucking whiny bitch." Shanique said with venom as she saw from the call logs that it was one of Tupa's realtives that had decided to call up to scream at her. As that whiny bitch Tupa had gone to someone with real balls in his family, which of course was the ghetto bitches, and complained about her abusing him. So she got screamed at for about an hour because a failed rapper got beaten up by a secretary, and he cried to his mommy.

Truly she was just surrounded by Black power, wasn't she? Shanique thought with a snort. Then another thought occurred to her: wasn't most of Tupa's family involved in racist groups? Shanique thought about it and sighed once more as she realized that her thought was right. Which had probably hurt sales because who wants to buy records from a studio with rappers connected to Black terror groups?

Then Shanique thought about it and realized that was what she needed. As Tupa's bitch mother was probably on her way now, and if she could get her to be Bobby's latest negro bitch, it would help a lot. Not only would her boss have another pair of Negro lips for his dick, but it would also help the studio image. As once Tupa's bitch mother is broken and shown on some album as Bobby's side bitch, so would everyone know the studio isn't a part of the Black power bullshit. Tupac and his family bullshit won't drag down the studio with his association, which should boost sales a bit.

Shanique nodded to herself, a very happy and proud smile on her face at her plan as she figured it had no chance of failure. As she didn't think any Negro bitch had a chance against her boss Bobby's pale pillar dick. So with a plan of action, she got out of her seat and made her way to knock on Bobby's office door, wanting to not spring her plan on him.