Lies of a Real Housewife by Angela Stanton Read Free Book Online

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    hustler and thief until I got on board with Phaedra.
    She made a promise to me that if I ever got into any trouble, she
    would represent me. That was my security blanket. She told me that there was a secret society among lawyers and judges. Basically she made me believe, if I ever got busted for anything, she would be able to get me off. This was due to her affili ations and influences. It was all I needed to hear. I was ready to go!
    It started out very simple. Every morning, Phaedra and I had a meet-
    ing at either her home or her office she shared with another attorney at 1069 Spring Street in Atlanta, Georgia. Phaedra would provide computer printouts, fake identification cards, and fraudulent checks. The computer printouts contained brand names and the model numbers of specific electronic items. These included lap top computers, palm pilots, and DVD players, jewelry,
    home furnishings and televisions.
    I always assumed she had money and couldn’t quite understand why
    she needed such a large quantity of hot items. She never paid me for these types of jobs, but that was fine with me. My payment came in the form of add itional checks she provided for my own use. There were no complaints coming from me. I had everything I wanted as well as a prepaid attorney on my side if things went bad. In this business venture, Phaedra provided her
    family, and friends with the latest in electronics for half the retail price.
    I found out how superior Phaedra’s operation was by the people
    she dealt with. When she called and told me to meet her at an office over on Northside Drive. I didn’t know what to expect when I got there.
    It was sunny out that day, but the wind had a strong force behind it. I
    arrived at around eleven o’clock that morning and hopped out of my favorite car, a 1982 Box Chevy Caprice Classic. It was all white with navy blue interior, wood grain steering wheel, super clean, everything original, beating the block down with four twelve’s in the trunk.
    The heavy wind was blowing away everything that wasn’t tied
    down. I was a six-foot tall, good-looking, young woman, and the wind was kicking so hard, I had to use my hand to hold my weave tracks in place. Phaedra waited on the other side of the parking lot holding the door open for me. The wind was threatening to close the door, and blow Phae’s petite, almost five-seven frame back.
    The inside of the building looke d more like a warehouse than an
    office. The place was just a big empty space with one desk, three chairs, and dust. Phaedra introduced me as Dane, a nickname I had been given on the streets because of my height. It was short for Great Dane. I was introduc ed to the man sitting behind the desk, he was Alex. His face already looked familiar, but when she said his name it brought two and two together. Alex was the man! Alex Gidewon was the owner of Atlanta’s hottest nightspot at
    the time, Club 112.
    You didn’t have to be from Atlanta to know about Alex or Club 112. It was a guarantee that you heard about him or read about him. Alex was a very well respected Atlanta businessman. I had seen him several times before when I visited the club. His tall slim build along with his caramel brown skin made him easy to remember. Every time I saw Alex, he was standing in front of the club making sure his business was operating smoothly, he never hid
    behind his desk.
    He took a seat in a chair next to me, and listened as Phaedra gave
    me my instructions. My job for that day was to procure seven Dell laptop computers.  She had given me the time frame. The merchandise was needed by eight that evening. I already knew that this would be a difficult task to accomplish. I could have easily gone to one store and purchased all seven of the computers, but that would’ve made things too hot. I didn’t like drawing
    attention and preferred to remain all the way under the radar.
    ‘Blend-in or bond-out’ was my motto. By nine-thirty that evening,
    and five