The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(41)

#2 According to a friend of mind at the ONI (Office of Naval Intelligence), Alexus Costilla is next in line to be the chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR). I have in my possession several documents proving that the Council on Foreign Relations is the absolute highest level of the Illuminati. Other branches include the Brotherhood of the Snake, the Brotherhood of the Dragon, the Open Friendly Secret Society (the Vatican), the JASON Society, the Mysteries, the Builders, the Illuminated Ones, the Order of the Quest, the Knights Templar, the Freemasons, the DeMolay Society, the Royal Institute for International Affairs, the Knights of Malta, the Bilderberg Group, the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency, the Trilateral Commission, the Skull & Bones, the Scroll & Key, the Thule Society, and there may be many more. The CFR controls our government, from the Justice Department, to the State Department, to the military, the press, the New York Stock Exchange, and the President of the United States…’

Alexus stopped reading and handed the papers to her attorney. She said, “Momma, if you believe this nonsense, you may as well believe in aliens. I’m not about to waste my time reading this crap.”

“No, I want you to finish reading it. Tell me if there is any truth to what he’s saying.”

“There isn’t. I’ve never in my life heard of the Council on Foreign Relations. It probably doesn’t even exist.” Alexus was struggling to suppress the panic that was brimming inside of her. She shifted around uncomfortably in the black leather chair. Globules of perspiration burgeoned on her forehead. “Momma, I swear, I am not and never will be a member of the Illuminati. Now can we get on to business? Tell me what you think about T-Walk’s email.”

“Fine.” Rita brought up the e-mail on her computer. “What’s with this six million dollars he’s trying to invest?’

‘Damnit,’ Alexus thought. She’d forgotten about that part of the e-mail.

“I don’t know, Mom. I didn’t really get a chance to discuss it with him. We were at a club in Miami when he mentioned it.”

Rita’s umber-colored eyes moved from the computer to Alexus. She spoke in a low, questioning tone of voice.

“You have a thirteen-man team of stock investors, and every one of them are ex-CIA agents and former Goldman Sachs executives.”

“So what?” Alexus said, playing dumb. “I have the same accountants and investors that Granny Costilla had before she passed.”

“Hmm.” Rita went back to scanning the computer screen. Then she picked up her desk phone, dialed a number, and put it on speakerphone.

“Who are you calling?” Alexus asked with a sigh.

“The guy you should have stayed with,” Rita retorted.

Trintino Walkson answered on the fourth ring.

“Hey, Ms. Bishop.” He sounded cheerful. “Hope you’re having a great morning.”

“I am.” Rita was already smiling; she loved her ex-son-in-law. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, not at all. I’m actually at the Redbone’s strip club, on the set of Down the Pole. We’re shooting the first episode tonight. Me and the other producers are here making sure all the equipment is in working order, introducing ourselves to the film crew.”

Alexus was excited about Down the Pole. It was going to be aired live on iBlack, a Cinemax-like television network of hers that had debuted in January. Cereniti and Tasia were among the five strippers that were selected to star in the highly-anticipated reality show.

Rita said, “T-Walk, what is it with you and all these booty models? Every show you’ve created is chock-full of black women with big butts.”

T-Walk laughed briefly. “I’m just trying to correct the image of what a black supermodel truly is. Black women in the modeling industry nowadays don’t stand a chance unless they’re shaped like white women—tall and malnourished. Those are not the kinds of women black and Hispanic men are generally attracted to. Kiya Renae, Mesha Seville, Heather Bianchi, Buffie the Body… Alexus—those are the kinds of black women that we look at as supermodels. We want to see more women like them on television, and in movies. I feel like God has blessed me with the opportunity to reveal the unparalleled beauty of black women to the world, so that’s what I’m going do. “

Alexus rolled her eyes, smiling. “You are so full of it, T-Walk.”

“No, I’m serious.” He protested. “Before I created the Brick House reality shows, there had never in the history of television been a show with a cast full of curvaceous black women. They couldn’t even get on TV in a bikini without being blurred or edited out. The industry has for so long degraded and disregarded black women with thick figures, and now, thanks to your television networks, they are finally getting the national attention they deserve.”

Rita was nodding her head in agreement. “So what kind of budget are we talking?” She asked, twirling an ink pen in one hand.

“Around forty million for the beauty pageant, and—”

“You can forget about the other show,” Rita said. “I’m on board with the pageant. I have a meeting with the other executives in ten minutes. We’ll draw up a contract and work on getting all the details figured out. Talk to you later.”

“Yes!” T-Walk exclaimed triumphantly, and then Rita terminated the call.