What More Can I Say?

“Welcome back to E! News. Before the break we told you that we had the latest installment in the scandal that has rocked the entertainment world to the very core; Hip Hop’s most powerful couple in trouble after just a few months of marriage.
It was just over two weeks ago when stripper and mother of two, Sabrina ‘Lollipop’ Lockwood came out and announced that her second born, four year old Castor was hers and ‘Jigga man’s’ lovechild and had been conceived in a Brooklyn apartment bedroom nearly five years ago.
DNA tests confirmed this early last week, confirming that not only was this boy Mr. Carter’s son but also that Mr. Carter had in fact cheated on then girlfriend, now scorned wife, Beyonce Knowles.
Now in the latest twist, witnesses have claimed that Mrs. Carter, as of this morning, is no longer a resident of their Upper East Side penthouse…”

Looking up from the medical form clipped to the board sitted on her lap, the young woman sitted in the virtually deserted waiting area turned her gaze towards the 17 inch talking box perched in one corner of the room.

“…neither Jay-Z’s nor Beyonce’s people have confirmed this apparent change of address but someone close to them who has requested to remain anonymous has said that ‘This is not true. Bee is exactly where she is supposed to be. They are trying their best to work it out…”

The waif of a smile settled onto the young woman’s perfectly glossed lips; as if to say “uh-huh, yeah…right.”
“Good job Diana.” She muttered, her voice dripping sarcasm as she continued to stare up at the screen. Diana was her publicist. Obviously trying to do some recon.
There was the slight jingle of jewelry and the soft touch of a hand on her shoulder. The young woman shifted her attention, just barely, from the tv to the person sitted next to her.
They had known each other for years. Had grown from girls into women together. They knew each other better than they knew anyone else on the planet. They were more than just friends, they were sisters.
“Are you okay?”
The concern in Kelly’s voice was obvious.
The young woman cleared her throat.
“I’m fine.”
She knew Kelly would know it was a lie even as she said it but something inside her needed her to appear strong. Like everything was okay. Like nothing that was going on around her had her fazed. It had always been like that. Bee had always been the strong one. Or had always appeared to be.
Standing up, Kelly told her that she would be right back. With the jingle of jewelry hanging from her wrists, from her neck, from her ears and from her ankles, and the clop-clop-clop of her super high Manolo heels, Kelly walked over to the reception desk.
“Excuse me,”
The girl sitted behind the desk, who couldn’t have blown out more than 17 candles continued to stare up at the screen as if Kelly wasn’t even there. Kelly reluctantly followed her gaze.

“…I’ve been running the numbers Sal and for the fifth day in a row Jay-Z’s now infamous “What more can I say?” apology has taken the crown for most Youtubed video. And for those of you who haven’t watched it yet (what the heck are you doing?), here’s a quick look…”

Flash!
A sea of reporters clutching cameras, notebooks and tape recorders foaming before a podium behind which, accompanied by some of his closest friends including the ever egocentric Mr. West, stands the man of the hour. Three piece pinstriped suit and somber expression. Bending his six foot four inch frame over the bank of microphones, he is talking.
“I will not make excuses or try to deny the current allegations. They are indeed true. It was a mistake I regret ever making and I am truly sorry. To everyone who I’ve hurt and most of all to my wife, I am sorry and will do everything in my power to make this right. I really don’t know what more I can say...”
‘What more can he say indeed, Catt. For the apology in its entirety, you can log onto-‘

“EXCUSE ME.”
This time the receptionist reluctantly turned to look at Kelly. It was quite obvious she did not appreciate being interrupted.
“Do you mind changing the channel? My friend’s having a hard time concentrating on filling out her forms with that garbage on.”
The girl looked past Kelly to the woman sitted in the stylishly furnished waiting area, clipboard in lap, pen in hand but both obviously forgotten. Even with a Yankee fitted, baggy hoodie and baggy sweats it was obvious who she was.
Sympathizing, the girl grabbed a remote from under a pile of paperwork, pointed it at the tv and with a click switched off Kelly’s best friend’s life and replaced it with 10 grown men in shorts chasing after a ball, trying to put it through a hoop.
Kelly thanked the girl and went back to her place next to her best friend.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Bee said as Kelly sat back down.
“Of course I did. Now let me have a look at that form.”
Bee resisted at first but after some insistence, she finally gave up the clipboard. She seemed nervous as Kelly looked it over.
“Honey,” Kelly started, looking up from the clipboard, “You can’t use a false name on these forms.”
“But I don’t want the press to find about this.”
Bee’s voice was a near whisper. She was obviously worried that the receptionist would overhear their conversation.
“It’s a medical facility Bee, they can only release your records to immediate family and/or by court order. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Everyone has their price Kelly. How much do you think someone would be able to buy off that receptionist? You saw how hungrily she was watching that screen.”
Kelly sighed.
“I have to honest Bee, I think its mistake that we’re even here. I’m not sure you should do this.”
“I thought you had my back.” Bee said. This time her voice was a whisper.
“I do.” Kelly tried to assure her, “I just think you might be rushing into this. You’re reacting Bee. This is your child we’re talking about here. This is a big deal.”
Bee shook her head.
“I can’t have this baby, Row. I just can’t.”
She was near tears.
Kelly put a hand over one of Bee’s.
“You’re angry with him, I get that. So am I. so is the entire world. But your child doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of that anger Bee. Your baby hasn’t done anything wrong. Don’t punish for something HE did.”
Bee seemed to mull on this for a moment or two. Then removing her hand from under Kelly’s and taking back the clipboard, she continued to fill out the medical form.
Kelly sighed.
“Bee…”
“I’ve made my decision. You can either be on board with this or you can leave.”
Kelly watched Bee for a number of seconds then making a decision of her own, she stood up.
Bee looked up from the forms, scoffing.
“You’re actually leaving?” She couldn’t believe it, she had been calling Kelly’s bluff.
“It’s not like you’ve left me much of a choice Bee…leave with me.” Kelly said making one last ditch attempt.
For a split second Bee seemed to consider this but then,
“I’ll need someone to come and pick me up Are you a friend enough to do that?”
Knowing a lost cause when she saw one Kelly shook her head.
“No Bee. Find someone else.”
And with that Kelly turned on her heels and without looking back, walked out of the office.
The girl behind the desk waited a full sixty seconds before picking up the phone. She had USWeekly on speed dial.