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Date Posted: 22:09:59 05/14/02 Tue
Author: HNA
Subject: Meeting with MJ (SHORT!)

I can't do html with this old, crappy computer so I'm posting this biatch old school style! Deal with it!



[ "GIVE ME ONE DAMN REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T CAN YOUR SCRAWNY ASS RIGHT NOW!?! COME ON...DO IT!" ] MJ stood with her soft white hands gently cupping her thin hips. Two burning eyes stared down at the slouching warrior known as Haseem Nasser Ali. Quietly, he sat listening to her every word. His teeth grinding forcefully against eachother...his nails digging painfully into his moist palms. Glaring back up at the powerful figure, Haseem replied in a low, withered voice. ]

Ali: Because you can't...

[ MJ slammed her fist down on her desk. ]

MJ:You don't think so? Do you really want to try me on that!?! I'll have your ass hauled out of here faster than you can say Bacardi! But you know what? I won't....I won't because I want to see what you and Shadow can bring to the table as a tag team. I want my little experiment to run it's course. However, if you fail tomorrow night, then I might just pull the plug anyway. You and Craven are walking on thin ice here...especially you with all of this bullshit about getting arrested! Do you realize what kind of strings I had to pull to get you off? Hell, you could have been up to your chest in fines and maybe even jailtime if it wasn't for me. I can't believe you actually thought I wouldnt find out! Cleo and Shadow kept their mouths shut, which they will be punished for, but I have my ways of hearing things. You've been nothing but trouble since you've been back and that damn well better change! I want results and I want them starting tomorrow, and if you even think about getting smashed tonight or tomorrow...then you can kiss your job goodbye! You're playing by my rules...so get used to them!

[ Haseem simply stared off into nothingness. His body never shifting. ]

MJ: You're really pushing it Haseem...and I'm getting sick and tired of these meetings! So I'll tell you what...the next time we have one of these, is the last time! I don't know what else to say. Nothing gets through. I tried to have Cleo talk some sense into you..

[ Snapping out of his daze, Haseem cut MJ off. ]

Ali: But she didn't, because she doesn't give a damn! She was only doing her job...she could care less what happened to me. It was all a front. The only person that ever gave a damn about me and still does is my aunt Cat. I thought maybe Cleo was different, but I was wrong. Oh well I guess...no sweat off my back. One less person to worry about.

[ Arching a thin red brow, MJ looked quizically at Haseem. ]

MJ: Oh, please...don't tell me....

[ Laughter filled the young woman's lungs. ]

MJ: You....Cleo.....bwaahahahaha

[ Immediatly, Haseem shot up, pushing back his chair. ]

Ali: WHAT THE HELL IS SO DAMN FUNNY ABOUT THAT?!?!

[ Clasping her hand over her mouth, MJ tried to settle herself. ]

MJ: Oh please, Haseem...she's only ten years older than you! Not to mention smart, and mature...two things you obviously are not! Did you really think you could have pulled that off? Hell, I can understand being attracted to her, but you actually have feelings for her? You've known her for what, six weeks?

[ Still fuming, Haseem went on. ]

Ali: Just forget it, Red! I don't feel that way anymore...and I don't want you telling anyone I do...especially Craven. That's the last thing I need him to know.

[ MJ grinned. ]

MJ: My lips are sealed, stud.

[ Waving a hand in the air, Haseem began walking towards the doorway. ]

Ali: I take it this meeting is over...so, if you would excuse me...I have a match I have to prepare for. If you need me for anything else, maybe a little more heckling, then you can find me in the training room.

MJ: Good, maybe you can work some of that beer guy off before the match tomorrow!

[ Muttering under his breath, Ali stepped out of MJ's office where he met shoulders with Shadow once again. This time, he said nothing...and walked away. ]

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