Confessional: Me and Johnny have been dating for 4 months now, I really think he's the one for me, he is a WWE Wrestler known as Johnny Curtis, he's usually on the road but it's the moments we spend together that are special.

Interview: So, i get word that Syniya and August slept together. *Sighs* I'm so fucking done with this n*gga. He's such a fucking hoe. I'm about to have a SERIOUS conversation with him... TONIGHT.

*I'd send a quick text over to August.*

-So, what's this i hear about you FUCKING yo fucking manager? You dirty and grimy, yo. Like, i have no respect for you any fucking more. Meet me at Bella Fontane's Bar and Grille in 30 minutes.

*I'd throw on some simple makeup to my sun-kissed skin. Adding some peach colored blush to my checks and some nude lipgloss. I'd throw my hair up in a bun, putting on a simple casual outfit. I'd get in my car and go to the grille.*

Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119740079

K; Hello, August.

A; Hey baby. *He'd get up for a kiss, but get rejected ruthlessly.*

K; N*gga! Don't come at me for a fucking kiss when you fucking every bitch in the goddamn state, i'm not catching no std's.

A; Look, i know you're mad.. but-

K; MAD? Mad doesn't even define me right now, i honestly... want to fuck you up.

A; I understand, but-

K; HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR FUCKING CHILD?! Your pathetic.

A; LOOK! We're not going to do this here.

K; WHY NOT AUGUST? YOU SCARED THE TABLOIDS WILL SEE HOW MUCH OF A HOE YOU ARE?! You're such a loser. You're pathetic, and i fucking hate you. *I'd slap him on the arm several times.*

A; Look bitch, stop hitting me.

K; BITCH? *I'd get up, slinging a drink on him with rage, cussing him out.* N*gga, i will fuck you up! DON'T DO IT! I will fuck you up! *I'd begin taking shots at his chest, hitting him 3 times, having security jerk me from him quickly.*

A; Yeah, you BITCH! You better be ready for court, IMAN is MINE! I'm taking her from you stupid bitch!

K; N*gga! YOU NOT TAKING SHIT! *I'd bum rush him, jerking from security and popping him in the face, knocking his whole body on the booth chair.*

*Security would escort me out of the restaurant and people would be mumbling and tweeting and social media'ing about the scene.*

-Atlanta is bustling, with cars and several wideshots of the skyscrapers shadows, the sun blaring down as a soft hip hop instrumental is played. It's back to business for newly engaged Syniya, as she is tasked to solve August's current problems which are starting to overlap hers. Her phone rings like crazy, with CEOs demanding answers and the media searching for a statement, along with August's staff members going absolutely nuts as they are lost without the keen manager. The black SUV pulls up to August's recently purchased estate, that was previously owned by Rihanna. In her royal blue Nadya dress by Cynthia Steffe, paired with Madison Harding spring sandals in nude off white, with her Celine purse, she'd walk inside without even asking, bypassing his security and slapping him.

August: Why the f*ck is everyone hitting me today?

You're lucky I'm not f*cking sticking my heel up your asshole. August!? Why are you fighting with Kandice in a public area? You keep making this scene even more dramatic, like some sleezy soap opera. You need to do some damage control.

August: How am I going to do that.

First, I booked you a flight to my secret beach house in Miami. You're going to stay there until things die down, and in the mean time I will catch up with Jillian and discuss how we can save face. Until then, do not release statements, or even leave the house, you need to let things simmer before you even think of showing you're face.

August: Can you at least come with me, Syn? I don't want or need to be alone right now...

No, you're lucky I'm still alive. Sleeping with you was the biggest mistake of my life, and now my reputation is on the line, just like my friendship with Kandice. You need to keep your dick to yourself, some time by yourself is what you need. Now, start packing your sh*t, you're flight leaves in a few hours. I expect you to be gone, and unheard of. No answering phone calls unless their from me, Kandice, or someone in your entourage. Also, I'm going to need you to draw up my termination contract. Thank you.

-Without allowing August to even respond, Syn would turn her back to him, strutting out of the estate as if she is some CEO, her plump booty popping as she walks, drawing the attention of August who is surprised that she is resigning as his manager. Syniya exits the estate, then driving off back to her office, using Shaggy as a shield to esape the swarm of paparrazzi asking questions about August's scandals.

*texting Syniya*

We need to talk!

Texting Gumbi: We don't need to talk. Our ties are severed & I would appreciate it if you didn't text this number anymore.

Interview: I have managed to restore my reputation here in Atlanta. I did sleep with August, and it wasn't one of my more polished moments. However, I accept responsibility for what I did, and its in the past, its no longer serious or relevant. It was a one time thing and I no longer look at August in that way whatsoever. But if it wasn't for that one secret, I wouldn't see what a disgusting person Gumbi is.

Interview: This rumor about Syn and August better be a lie, if not... I'm gonna bash Syn's fucking face in.

*Clips are shown of a later episode of Syn vs Kandice.*

"YOU WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND! You ain't nothing but a sellout!"

*Texting Syn*

We been friends since childhood lets just sit down and end it the right way

*Texting Kandice*

I think its time we have a sit down at the Bristol

*I'd text Gumbi back.*

-Ew, fine.

*I'd make my way to "The Bristol".*

Texting Gumbi: No, we weren't friends. I thought you were, but the moment we disagreed you sent my business out to the World. We're through. Stop texting me.

-Syniya is seen shifting through more papers, making a phone call to August's attorney, Phaedra Parks, beginning to discuss different things with him, such as custody of Iman and other details about his business dealings. She would also discuss a prin-up for her union with Kobe, before hanging up and popping a bottle of Christal.

I usually don't drink on the job but this has been the management crisis from Hell. I can't wait for it to all be over.

*texting Syn*

You will come for the sake of august

*Making my way to the Bristol*

Hello Kandice

- In the porn studio, Kimbella receives her weekly salary for her webcam duty. Collecting it into her clutch before leaving.

Interview: Putting myself in the adult industry is the best investments I have ever decided to do. It's not only beneficial financially, but it's beneficial socially as I am known everywhere by men.