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"Man—where the fuck they at?" Devon impatience bounced off the walls of the conference room inside DMG.
Courtney scanned the table she sat with two other faces: Shantey, and the record labels attorney Peeta—that was behind the strict NDA paperwork. Her manager and uncle was too enraged to take a seat; trying to contain the old him and remain the suited professional. She focused in on Shantey, noticing her lost in thought. Courtney felt bad for her because she was going through another issue with her divorce; she couldn't get a break. But she still put on a brave face being a businesswoman and handling up on protecting said business.
Shantey didn't have her other half Amanda with her since she was out of town with her fiancé and child and the young singer could feel some sense of loneliness waft off with her sister. She just wanted to hug her tight. But she knew Shantey wasn't a big emotional person because she was the same way. They sucked it up and didn't let anyone see them sweat.
"Unc, please sit." Courtney said, taking her focus off Shantey. "Yo' pacing gonna make me upset and this meeting gone go a entire different way."
Devon pulled out a chair, sitting beside his niece. "They taking too long. Fuck is they doin? Tryna figure out the right story to tell?"
"We don't even know if Che knew."
"And they don't know why they're coming," Shantey spoke, finally focusing on why they gathered in there, "so let's not jump to conclusions—as far as Che is involved." She checked the text on her phone, "Jasmine said they just got here."
"Then let this begin." Peeta voiced, pulling a the thin paperwork. "And if you guys are able, let me do the talking."
Courtney, Devon, and Shantey just silently sat; all knowing if something out of line was said, they would speak up.
Soon, Shantey's manager Jasmine entered the conference room, leading Che and Sevn inside. The sight of the sneaky manager had them heated, and Devon wanted to take Sevn outside and handle it like men. But he stayed planted for the sake of respecting the established.
Noticing the labels attorney and the vibe in the room, creases formed between Che's arched eyebrows as a low chuckle escaped. "What's all this? Why Peeta here?" she asked, sitting on the other side of the table with Sevn.
"Somebody break a rule or som'?" Sevn asked, a laugh creeping out of his throat.
"Yeah—you." Shantey responded, going against Peeta's statement just a few minutes ago.
"Him?" Che asked with confusion, scanning her eyes around the table.
"Yes, him." Peeta confirmed for the first artist of DMG, sliding the ten-page paper across the table to Sevn. "Is that your signature on all ten pages? You are Sevn McCaffery, correct?" she asked, and he nodded. "What does that highlighted paragraph say on the second page?"
