Inheritance

Chapter 3

I soon after followed her into the vast space and waited for her to present my anticipated outfit of the night. Making use of the spare time, I powered on the mini television screen mounted on my closet wall, and waited for what was supposed to be my first scheduled appearance on my uncle's precious news network, MTN.

Though I had made several guest appearances on similar news stations, I was still solidifying a name for myself as an upcoming political correspondent. To some extent, I was lacking the prerequisite status and tenure necessary to lead my own network show. Appearing on MTN had been nothing more than a strategic career move, as I knew that many of the network's viewers were none other than New York City's most wealthy and influential personnel.

By granting me the opportunity to appear on MTN, my uncle was simply testing the fairly turbulent waters. He couldn't risk my political neutrality contaminating the attitudes of his very conservative audience. It was no secret that I was neither a Republican nor Democrat. Rather, I found myself conceding to sound points made by either party on any given occasion. 

The truth was the truth and wrong was wrong, no matter the party. That was how I led all of my political analysis segments. Though I would say that this particular piece was rather harsh on my intended target, politician Gregory Connor.

Gregory Connor served on the New York City Council as a representative of the Fifth District. From attending the most prestigious private schools throughout his childhood to graduating from Columbia Law at the top of his class, he had built a profound name for himself over the years. Unsurprisingly, many of his views were clouded by what I regarded as rich white man syndrome. All of which I discussed heavily in the segment.

Don't get me wrong. Gregory Connor was unmistakably a hard-working man, as was evidenced by his very successful political career. But something about his snobbish remarks and overgrown confidence made me want to vomit. Now that he was officially running for mayor, I made it my personal agenda to ensure that he didn't stand a chance in securing my uncle's endorsement. 

After all, a Milton stamp of approval was essentially a sealed ticket to the finish line.

When Daniela finally reappeared from around the corner of my walk-in closet, she helped me don a simple Prada ensemble. The dress gracefully hugged my petite curves, allowing the white plush material to contrast rather elegantly against my deep brown skin. After pairing it with white stilettos and a matching set of diamond earrings, I was finally able to see her vision. 

"Beautiful!" She complimented once the look was complete, while I hummed in agreement.

All that was left was my hair.

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One hour had passed and my segment still hadn't aired.

Though I had quite the sum to worry about at the moment, I couldn't help but wonder why my set had been removed. Sure, I had spoken rather harshly about one of my uncle's key political assets in the city. But, had that been enough to completely disregard the entire segment altogether? And, to do so without so much as a warning was a bit...harsh.

Rolling my eyes, I continued to disinterestedly watch the tv screen as a a young male spoke about a new Republican bill that I had never heard of but knew would never be passed.

"Don't worry, hun. I'm sure Mr. Milton must have had a good reason to stop your gorgeous face from reaching the eyes and hearts of millions. Let's just focus on making your hair look absolutely stunning for tonight, okay?" Marco, my long-time friend and hairstylist, consoled, while continuing to wrap my hair in a formal updo.

Although I appreciated his efforts to calm me, they were as useless as offering a drop of water to a dying cactus during a severe drought.

"I'm sure whatever, and I really mean whoever, my uncle's reason was for removing my part will be at the venue tonight sporting a combination of a rounded belly, obnoxiously wrinkled face, and slanted toupee." I retorted dryly.