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Reece

"Liza," I sang as I engulfed her into a hug that she fought against "My favorite sister."

"I'm your only sister," she said, pinching my gut so I'd release her. She fixed her hair and straightened her coat. "What mess have you gotten us into this time, brother bear?"

"Nothing," I said. "Scout's honor." I sat on her old bed in the family manor. She had her own place on the Upper East Side with her Mexican boyfriend. Guess how well that went over with our parents? "I thought I'd see you before the party?"

"You are seeing me before the party," she noted, putting on the last bit of final touches to her black gown that was either made by her Mexican boyfriend or one she got from Barnes and Noble...if they did that sort of thing. "How's my favorite brother doing?"

"We were supposed to have a meeting with mom like a day ago," I said. "But I sniffed some coke and ended up at the city dump putting on a Whitney Houston concert for the hobos."

"Hope you sang I Have Nothing," she said, "That's Mom's favorite."

"Favorite to trash, you mean?"

She laughed. "Exactly." She looked from the mirror and at me. "You're looking dapper?" She sniffed the air. "Is that a new cologne or is that musty, raw smell your natural scent?"

I snickered. "Never change, Liza Wang." I pff-ed. "See what I did there? I integrated your Asian culture with the last name Wang, which I am aware is a Chinese last name and not a Korean one - for racist undertones - while simultaneously calling you a transgender person in the process, using the word 'Wang' as a double entendre for dick, while also using dick as an insult for your shitty personality ."

Liza stopped with the lip gloss. "I don't know if the shit that comes out of your mouth or ass is worst."

"According to my doctor, it's my ass."

"Where's Anna?" she asked. "I need someone smart to counter all this idiocy."

"She's getting dressed in my room," I said. "Banged her until she forgave me for taking away her job."

Anna grabbed her purse. "That's it? Hopefully she castrates you as well. I'll see you downstairs," she said. "Mom is going to gut you when she's sees you."

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, walking over to the mirror and looking myself over in the red tux I had on. "You can do this," I said to myself. "You can go out there and look like your president of the United States. You own this company," I said to myself, pointing at my reflection.

These people wanted me to fail. But I wasn't going to let them see me crack. I would shake hands, walk and smile, dance with a heating wife or two. It would be a success. It would be incredible. And I would lead the next generation of conservatism, like my father.

Then I'll go bang Anna into the ground later. Then maybe Dylan O'Brien.

"First Born," Mom said from the door in her big, red and white dress that trailed the floor.

"Lesser Parental Figure," I answered.

"Clever for a used paper bag," she said. "Let's go. Time for our ludicrous, over the top grand entrance with the mariachi band."

I sighed and dragged my feet out of the room. Mom and Anna were standing there, Liza was ahead with her Mexican lover.

"Okay, it's time we all came together as a loving family," Mom said.

I almost barfed. "When have we ever been a loving family, mother?" I asked.

"This may come as a shock, but I actually care about you," she said.

"Then what's my middle name?"

She stopped walking. "I....want to say Jaun."

"You want to say Jaun because he's the pool boy you have been screwing."

"Oh," Mom said, smiling and closing her eyes to remember. "Jaunito. It feels like just yesterday."

"It was an hour ago."

The entrance music, a little ditty that I like to call 'Shitty Strings and Choir', played as we descended the decadent and winding staircase of the manor.

White curtains and white chandeliers hung over the hall, draped in tables with white covering, with butlers and waitresses, holding trays that were white.

"I'm beginning to sense a theme," Liza said, out front, probably rolling her eyes and not smiling for the multiple flashing bulbs that would blind a regular person.

 But when you have done this so many times, with a choir and an orchestra standing on either side of the staircase as you descend, you feel too nauseous to be blinded by it all.

The guests, a big pile of black suits and white dresses, looked up in awe as The Reds, the most powerful family in conservative media, with heir giving, charitable mother, their exotic strong headed daughter and the heir apparent to the throne came down the staircase.

Light clapping, light cheering, the white establishment at their most gorgeous, most dressed, most pretentious and most malleable.

"Mrs. Red," Mayor Ducati said, first to greet us upon reaching the last step, kissing my mother's hand. "I'm so sorry your husband could not join us."

"It's okay, Lionel," Mom said, sweetening her voice, "He will be back from that trip to Ohio any day now. A little relaxation and alone is all he needs to recuperate."

"That's wonderful to here," Mrs. Ducati, the mayor's 6th wife, blonde hair and big melons, said. "Your children are lovely." She looked at me first. "Reece, you look more dashing every time I see you and Liza, more exotic than ever."

"Actually Asians make up most of the world's population," Liza said, "I'm the exact opposite of exotic. You're more of an exotic species than I am."

Mrs. Ducati just smiled and looked at mom. "Well, I should go and find the governor; I heard he's here tonight as well."

"Yes, yes," Mom said and as they left, she turned to Liza, "Do I even have to ring your ears, Liza?"

"These people are idiots, Mom," Liza said, sighing, giving her purse to her boyfriend.

"You don't think I know that?" Mom replied. "They are the definition of idiots, but by God they pay our bills, so you suck up to them, you suck their dicks if you have to." She looked at me. "That goes for you too, Reece."

"He'd do it for free," Liza said and Anna giggled, until I threw her a glare.

"Keep yourselves poised, don't start any fires, don't piss of any, rich white or black people and for the sake of this family, smile," Mom commanded through her teeth.

"We're used to this Mom," Liza said, "what's the worst that could happen?"

"AINT THAT THE BITCH THAT CALLED US OSTRITCHES?" we heard being shouted.

My eyes closed slightly and I already started rubbing my temples.

The entire room looked right and there he was, with his brother who did the shouting, another white guy and a dark skinned girl.

But I only saw them in short glances. My eyes switched back to Ashley as soon as it could

The suit I bought him, he looked like he designed it. It was all white when I bought it, but now, it had patches of red, it looked like spray paint on the color, a black rose by the pocket. His hair with gelled and curly, his lips were pink. His cheeks were rosy. I was...enthralled. He looked...amazing.

Mom looked over at me with that fire starting to catch aflame in her eyes. "You put out that forest fire, or I will graze the entire thing and open up a mega mall," she barked and took Liza by the hand, leading her elsewhere.

"Well," Anna said, "you heard her. Let's go stop your mom's capitalist metaphor."

I took Anna by the hand and moved over to them, through the crowd. Ashley was the first to spot me, and he didn't even try to fake the little pieces of blush on his face when he did.

"I don't trust him," Anna whispered in my ear. "He's up to something."

"What makes you say that?" I asked. "He's just some kid who is overzealous about his cause."

"I heard him on the phone, he's shady. Let me shadow him," she asked. "Collect data."

"Fine," I sighed. "Do it.," I said, as we came in the front of the rest of them.

"What is that racist lady doing here?" Kenzie immediately asked. "Are you planning to just string all of us by a tree or something?"

I looked left, and there she was, mingling with some men. "She's still got some power," I said. "And she's a stock holder. She's entitled to be here."

"Entitled is your problem," the white boy said, surprising both Anna and I, if her scoff meant anything.

"Pete," he said. "Friend of Ashley."

"Wonderful," I coughed. "Ashley can I talk to you?"

"You can," he said, but did not move. "This is as private as it will get for you and I tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. My mother wants to announce you tonight. When she does, just smile and wave and smile and wave at the crowd of rich, investors."

"Fine," he said.

"Good," Now, I'm going to go and snort some cocaine, so enjoy the party."

Ash

When Reece and his arm candy left, I turned to Erika. "That's Reece Red," I noted. "In all his entitled, young, white unholy glory."

"He's exactly how I pictured he'd be," she noted.

"Guys," Lola greeted, coming over and hugging Erika. "You're all clear on the plan?"

"Yeah," Kenzie said. "Get high and drunk and see which one almost kills me first."

"Essentially," Pete noted. "You're the distraction. Erika and I will survey the room for anyone who might be onto us, Lola and Ashley will plant the video cameras throughout the house."

"Great," Lola said. "I've got to go say hi to some big wigs, Ashley, I'll be upstairs when you're ready."

"Ain't that Rihanna?" Kenzie asked, as Lola walked off.

"Focus you, fucktard," I said.

"Can we really count on you?" Erika asked him.

"Of course," Kenzie said, before taking a drink off of a tray from a butler passing by.

"God, you're the buzzfeed of people," I groaned.

To which Kenzie laughed and snorted, before walking off with the glass in his hand.

Pete cocked his head. "Is he really your brother?" he asked. "Blood relation?"

"Yes," I said, "unfortunately."

"Is he reliable?" Erika asked, straightening out her gown that looked bright gray to me, but she told me it was yellow.

"Most times he's not, but Kenzie's skills lie in areas in which he is meant to confuse people," I said, "usually with his stupidity. Which sort of makes him a genius when you think about it."

"I'm trying not to," Erika mumbled. She held on to Pete. ""We're going to mingle a bit."

"Okay," I said. "And remember, don't rush. Walk as slow as a Texan police officer responding to shots fired in the hood."

"Colorful analogy," Pete said, "no pun intended."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Just get the job done, white boy."

I stood in the center of the party, listening to shitty strings and a choir as white people either gawked at my suit or my eyes or my skin. I felt like I was some circus freak and they had been paid to see me stick a sword down my throat, or me to contort my limbs, or sing a Tupac song so they can awe and ooooooh.

I would have been happy just standing there until I got the signal, but when I sawJasmine, the fired minority report lady who made those racist remarks coming my way, any joy of just sitting here went out the window.

She approached me, in her huge dress with what looked like diamonds on the sleeves. Her lips were the only things I could see: red lipstick.

"As noted human humanitarian Adele would say, 'Hello'," she sang, holding out her hand to me. A hand I did not take. She slowly put it back at her side. "I know this is awkward and all, but I thought I should introduce myself. I might not be well loved with your people at the present time, but transferring of power from one to another is an important American hallmark."

"So was slavery," I answered.

She blinked. "I think you know my response to that."

"The south will rise again?" I replied.

She tried to smile, but it was so forced she might as well have been in Star Wars." Listen, I'm just trying to say sorry for my actions, I never meant to truly hurt your community with my words."

"You haven't" I told her. "We went through being torn from our homeland, bought and sold and separated from our families, stripped of our names and our gods, put in inhumane situations by your people. We have been segregated, told where we must sit on a bus, watch our leaders be killed, you have formed groups against us to kill us, your beloved presidents have neglected us, you created an entire word to demean us and when we take it back, you want to keep saying it as well. You have shot us and gotten away with it, you have smothered us and escaped prison, killed our sons and our daughters and now you have the gall to say slavery ended a long time ago, get over it. You haven't hurt us, Jasmine; we've been through too much for simple words to do anything to us anymore."

She swallowed. "Saying sorry is always a decent start," she said.

"I agree," I replied. "When I am fully operational Mrs. Jasmine, I am going to do a full investigation into your time at RED Corp. I am going to peer into every document, every meeting you had. I am going to shake your world like a Texan mother shaking her crying infant child. I am going to have the media crawl so far up your husband's colon you better pray the only thing they find is more cancerous cells."

"Jesus, lad," she whispered, eyes wide.

"No, not Jesus," I said. I stepped closer. "Pretty fucking close though."

Then I walked off.

Reece 

I couldn't find Ashley while the party was mid-way through, but I found his brother, standing at the center of a bunch of rich, white people with his hands moving up and down. One of them handed him a tissue, as they all looked on, with frowns, and careful concentration on their faces.

I groaned almost immediately. Only God knows what he was saying.

I noticed that both Liza and Declan, my best friend were there. Declan looked into it, while Liza looked like she was on the verge of laughter.

I crept over and joined in to listen.

"And then after that I was sent to live in Bel Air with my aunt and my uncle afterwards. Uncle...uh, Jill and Aunty, Livivan – standard black names," he said as they all nodded. "That's where I got into a fight and they sent me to live with my Dad in Crenshaw, hoping I'd learn some valuable life lessons from him where I met this cat name Ferris." He leaned in. ""Ferris's car closes in on Ricky, and one of Ferris's gang members guns Ricky down, killing him almost instantly. Doughboy and his gang, who had sensed that Tre and Ricky were in danger, catch up to the location of the shooting but are too late. Devastated and helpless, the boys carry Ricky's lifeless body back home. When Brenda and Shanice see Ricky's corpse, they hysterically blame Doughboy, who unsuccessfully tries to comfort them. That night, Brenda reads Ricky's results, discovering he scored just enough to qualify for the scholarship he wanted. The remaining boys vow vengeance on Ferris and his group."

"Wonderful story," one of them said, "your life is a movie waiting to be filmed."

"Yes," I said. "May I speak with Kenneth alone?" I asked and they all dispersed, save Declan and Liza.

"What an interesting life you lead," Declan said. "So rich, so enthralling, so black."

"Every day's a struggle," Kenzie said, wiping away a tear.

My bff held out his hand. "Declan Pmurt. P-M-U-R-T, the P's silent."

Kenzie folded it up and fist bumped it. "Kenneth Martin Luther Malcolm Gladys Knight King III."

"You know," "black and white people have been coming together for years to create amazing things," Dec said.

"Yeah, like Lady GaGa and Beyoncé's Telephone video," I interrupted. "Dec, can you go get us some more drinks?"

"Sure," he said and looked at Kenzie, "I want you to take me on a drive-by shooting event. It sounds...thrilling."

"Sure man, just bring a vest and you straight," Kenzie answered as Dec walked off.

"So," Liza began, "we're just going to ignore that you combined the Fresh Prince of Bel Air plot with Boyz in The Hood?"

"Yes," Kenzie said, taking a sip. "Are we just going to ignore that Declan's name is Trump spelled backwards?"

"Yes," I said. "Have you seen your brother?"

"Not in a minute, Rich White boy," he said, before looking over my shoulder. "Yo, the family mascot is coming this way."

I turned around and mom was heading my way as fast a a Texan police officer responding to a white woman's 911 call about a black man walking in her neighborhood.

She stopped by me, eyeing both Kenneth and Liza, before resettling her gaze on me. "Listen to me you bag of syphilis dicks, why is this party abuzz with tales of some urban youth and his struggles in 'da hoodz'."

Kenzie raised his hand. "I think I am that urban youth," he said. "I apologize for my pain and suffering and sharing my tale."

Mom blinked so furiously that I was sure her eyes would pop and the cord would strangle Kenzie. "Good," she said and her face lightened up. "I thought it was my son who I may or may not have confused at the hospital with a child with a smoking pregnant mother was saying it. But now that it's a black person saying it, we look blacker friendly than ever. Ice Cube black."

"Praise Black Jesus," Liza said, taking a sip of her drink.

Kenzie smiled at Liza. "You believe in black Jesus too?"

She shrugged. "I mean, if we're being honest, Jesus was closer to black than he was to white. White people just have to have everything. Like religion and MTV teen shows."

"I feel you," Kenzie said. "Liza is it? You got some nice breasts, if I am allowed to say so myself."

"You're not," Liza said. "But yes, they are quite nice."

The two laughed with each other before they started strolling off. "Would you like to discuss the various racial undertones found in Disney films?" Liza asked him.

"Your daughter is flirting with a black man," I said to Mom as we got alone. "How do you feel about that?"

Mom shrugged her shoulder and swallowed the rest of her drink. "Who am I to judge. I had so much black men inside me in the late 60's, that I might've as well been a chocolate filled donut."

"Wonderful imagery," I mumbled.

"Like you haven't," Mom scoffed.

It was my turn to shrug. "Morris Chestnut did me once," I said.

"Your promiscuity aside, that I am just realizing might have come from me, we have a problem," Mom said. "Two key investors still want to pull out of our company. I had to take desperate measures."

"Anal?" I asked.

"I said desperate, not easy," she relied. "Just stick next to Ashley when you see me take the stage."

Ash

"I once gave a young boy with your...skin um, pigmentation a quarter to get on a bus," some guy told me ask started climbing the staircase.

"Call the press, racism has been cancelled," I replied, with a short laugh and a drink of whatever horribly tasting and terrifyingly expensive wine this was.

"Of course, the nearby officer thought he had somehow stolen it from me and arrested him for attempted robbery, robbery and for some odd reason, public indecency. He was fully clothed."

"This is thrilling and all, but I'd rather be having a colonoscopy right now than continue this conversation," I said.

"I'm actually married to a lady that does that," the man said. "Or what that my mistress?"

"Ashley," I heard from further down the stairs and groaned.

Reece was jogging up the staircase toward me. When he got up, he pulled me by my elbow on the opposite side of the man. "Your brother is..." he said.

"My brother is like that spot you find on your penis one day that you ignore until it starts leaking white puss and coughs at night," I said.

He blinked. "I have something important to tell you."

"I can leave?"

"No," he said, "I've made Anna your second-in-command."

I gufuffed. "Why the fuck did you do that?"

"She's qualified," he said, he lied. "What's the worst thing that could happen?"

I stepped closer, until we were practically nose to nose. "Answer me this Reece. Suppose your father has a heart attack...again. And he's on the floor, gasping for air, eyes rolled back, shaking and convulsing while simultaneously shitting his pants. Who would you want to save him? An actual heart surgeon with skills or a Wendy's employee with huge, fake tits?"

He raised a brow. "Are the tits still bouncy?"

"You're an asshole," I growled at him and pushed passed him,

He grabbed my hand, and before I could lock his jaw, Mrs. Red got on the mic and called for everyone's attention.

"I would like to thank all of you for coming," she said. "These are uncertain times here in America and while our company is currently experience some difficulties at the moment, I am excited about our future prospects. Mr. Colton Red is currently recovering from an illness and will be at our next function, but I will like you all to formally welcome my son, Reece Red, as the new Chief Executive Officer of Red Corp," she cheered.

The room started clapping. A spotlight hit both Reece and I and everyone was staring up at us.

"I would also like you all to welcome Ashley King, our new Minority Division Head," she said.

The clapping continued.

"Yes," Mrs. Red said. "Ashley will make an exciting edition to Red...as well as my family as Reece's fiancé."