Fiction by New Breed Leader: Call Me Michael, Chapter 5: The Baddest Bitch
“Look at you…you’re so smooth” – D’Angelo April 1997. Michelle stood in front of the 75-story glass and steel tower that housed the New York Recorder newspaper. She looked up and surveyed its height, almost falling backwards. The metal and glass tower glistened against the mid- morning sun. She’d been in this building before, as part of her training at Columbia. But now that training had come to an end. Both her Masters thesis and group project had been turned in; soon the job offers started to pour in. The Washington Post, The Los Angeles Times, Chicago Tribune, Newsweek, Time-Life, Rolling Stone, and even Playboy. But the one publication that didn’t reach out to her – the one she wanted to hear from the most – was the New York Recorder. She decided to take the initiative and call in a favor. She went to Daniel Rosenkranz, who set up the meeting. Inside, Michelle sat at a long shiny rectangular conference table on the 10th floor. Her hair and makeup were immaculate – thanks to Carl, w...
