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being a human resources professional she had to know what reputable firm was foolish enough to hire the asshole sitting in front of her.
    â€œTell me, Vincent . . . what firm are you with?”
    â€œOh, I work for my family’s company.”
    â€œAnd that would be?”
    â€œFranks’ Pest Control,” he said with pride.
    Victoria looked puzzled. “But Debbie said you told her that you’re a consultant?”
    â€œYeah, I am. You see, I go to a client’s house and evaluate what kinda pest or rodent problem they have and then I consult wit’em on how to treat it. Know what I’m sayin’ . . . I’m a consul’ant, baby.”
    Oh, hell no! Victoria couldn’t take it any longer. Vincent’s racial snides, profanity, misrepresentation, and flashy jewelry had all pushed her well beyond her limit.
    â€œMr. Frank, my name isn’t baby, it’s Victoria . . . Ms. Small to you.” And with that, Victoria grabbed her belongings and started to slide out of the booth.
    â€œWhere you goin’?” Vincent asked with surprise.
    â€œAnywhere you’re not!”
    â€œI can’t believe you snooty, educated bitches! Y’all sistahs always cryin’ the blues ’bout how you want a good black man, but when you get one you can’t handle us. Don’t know how to ’preciate a good brothah. I got a good job, ain’t got no kids, ain’t never been arrested, and I got a top of the line Sentra parked out front . . . fully loaded. I got females sweatin’ me left and right tryin’ to get wit’ this,” Vincent said loudly, pounding his chest again.
    People sitting at the surrounding tables and booths began to look in their direction. Just then, the server came back with their drinks as Victoria pushed past him and stood. “Your stupid ass is crazy,” she hissed, just loud enough for Vincent to hear.
    â€œGo ’head then, step off. I’m tired of dealin’ wit’ sistahs that be trippin’ anyway. That’s why I’ma get me a white woman. They know how to ’preciate a good man,” Vincent sneered, taking his glass of beer from the server’s tray.
    Mortified, Victoria let out a small gasp. She looked over her shoulder and saw a gray-haired older white woman put her hand to her mouth in shock. She wanted to grab her glass of sparkling water and throw it in Vincent’s face, but instead she simply held her head high, walked away and never looked back. The server just stood there—speechless.
    Isn’t It Incredibly Cool? . . .
    â€œWhat were you thinking, setting me up with that jackass?” Victoria asked Debbie, speaking into her hands-free headset as she drove back to work.
    â€œWhat’re you talking about? Vincent is a really sweet guy.”
    â€œYeah, about as sweet as strychnine! He was putting on an act for you. He’s not shy at all. He was just quiet around you so you wouldn’t find out how crazy he really is.”
    â€œI don’t get it . . . what did he do to make you so upset?”
    â€œWell, for one thing he was wearing a green suede pantsuit, and tons of jewelry. He looked like a reject from a low-budget rap video.”
    Debbie shook her head on the other end of the line. “God, Victoria. You’ve always been picky as hell when it comes to clothes and men. Loosen up why don’t you?”
    â€œYou’ve got to be kidding!” Victoria nearly screamed. But what did she expect from a woman whose wardrobe consisted of tie-dye shirts and broomstick skirts. Debbie was a free spirit and liked guys with an edge. She’d stunned her family and friends when she settled down and married a guy as straight-laced and normal as Rob. The truth was, the only reason Victoria had agreed to the date was because Rob had given Vincent his stamp of approval. Victoria loved her friend, but she knew that she and Debbie had very different