Symere, a young girl recruited as a holder at just 11 years old, uses her innocent appearance to outsmart everyone in the dangerous world of drugs and guns. When the talented Artist enters the fray, he becomes both a rival and a potential love inter...
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Symere leaned against the large window in her apartment, gazing out at the lively streets of Dallas. She thought of her boyfriend, Artist, who had always been involved in the drug game. Yet, just as the sun projected rays of warmth, Symere felt a persistent hope for her baby. Artist had dreams, dreams that went beyond the hustles of the streets.
She hadn't seen him in a few hours due to him making plays, but she had Mizani over to keep her company. With his twenty third birthday approaching in a few months, Symere devised a plan to change Artist's life for the better.
"Mizani!" She shouted, excitedly pacing around the living room. "We need to find him a building for his career."
Mizani appeared from the kitchen, a coffee mug in his hand and a curious arch in his brow.
"A building? I ain't know Artist planned on leaving the game right now."
"He is!" Symere replied, waving her hand dismissively. "But this... this could be his way out. He has the talent for skincare. All those nights he spent experimenting with oils and ointments? He just needs a push. We could find a building, set him up right."
Mizani smiled, sensing the passion in her voice. "Alright, let's do it. I know a couple of districts that would suit him with his boujee ass." He set his mug down and joined her at the window, their eyes scanning the vibrant life outside.
Together, they made plans to search for an ideal space. Over the next few days, they poured over listings and mapped out potential neighborhoods. It was hard keeping this from Artist since he was so curious. Symere felt a rush of excitement. She wanted this for Artist, not only as a gift but as a chance for him to escape the life that had consumed him for too long.
On a breezy Saturday morning, with the sun promising a day full of possibilities, they set out. They climbed into Mizani's new truck, the city buzzing around them, the laughter of children, the music of street performers, the aroma of grilled food wafting through the air.
Today was not just any shopping trip, it was the beginning of something special. Symere glanced at her phone, checking the time. They were on a mission, to find a building that would serve as the launchpad for Artist's skincare line, a dream that had been brewing within him for years, stifled by the shadows of his current life.
Artist wanted a skincare line that embraced self-care and creativity, something that would lift him from the life that sucked him dry.
Mizani was flipping through his notes. "Okay, the first place is in the Warehouse District. It used to be an old storage facility, but it's been renovated recently. Open concept, tall ceilings, great for showcasing products. Plus, there's a little courtyard that could serve as an outdoor lab."
"Sounds perfect!" Symere nodded, her mind already picturing Artist in the space. She could see her man meticulously mixing his ingredients, experimenting with scents, free from the chains of his past.
