B. Episode 4

Previously in the Land of B. Episode 3

The W Hotel in downtown Atlanta was a hotspot for the rich and famous, and their assiduous brood of groupies. Belicia arrived there early, not fully knowing what to expect. It had been a long time since she had been to the W. In fact it had been short of an eternity since she had gone outside of her Midtown neighborhood. When he left she made it her business to learn how to do everything and get everything she needed within a two-mile radius. Because she did not want anyone to notice her; she wore dark sunglasses from Summer to Spring, with black leggings, a wife-beater, long sweater, and ballet flats. To save on the expense of costly haircuts and color, her hair was often pulled back in a sleek chignon.

However, today was different. Mr. White had called her last night. And for this meeting of a lifetime, she wore a fitted BCBG dress with black ankle boots and a red wrap. Although Belicia was not a fashionista, she attempted to dress to impress the infamous dream-maker. But ultimately, she knew it was not her wardrobe that would be the deciding factor.

As Be walked toward the concierge desk, she recalled the numerous times she heard her husband talking about him. He would always invite Mr. White to the events he promoted. Sometimes the legendary producer would make an appearance but not often. He was intentionally obscure. His only predictability was his trademark white suits and his infallible eye for talent.

“Ms. Foster to see Mr. White, please.”

The tall, dark-skinned man with a beautiful smile standing behind the desk, professionally acknowledged Belicia.

“Ma’am, do you have your picture I.D.?”

“Yes.” Belicia passed her license to the man, who took it, gave her a glance and handed it back.

“Ms. Foster, please follow me.”

The man led her through an expansive blue room to an elevator on the opposite side of the hotel. He stepped inside, turned a key on the panel, pressed the button, and gingerly stated, “He’s expecting you. Good luck.”

Before Belicia could thank him and offer a tip; the man disappeared and she was all alone. The mirrored elevator doors closed and she was transported to the penthouse floor. Her stomach dropped from anticipation. After years of struggling, hoping and dreaming; she was about to meet her savior.

B. Episode 4