"What did you need from him?"
"I'm Janiko, his new client."
I peeped back into the parking lot and saw that Hakeem's car aas gond and nobofy else was around.
"I'm his assistant, I can deal with you till he gets here. What you looking for?"
"I need something that people ain't hear before."
"Do you even sing?"
They guy looked at me funny then rolled his eyes.
"Where is Hakeem?"
"I told you he's not here right now."
"Well when he comes back, let him know I was here. He got lil ass bitches running around his business." He mumbled as he walked back out to the front with Mr on his trail. "I'll be happy to tell him that his no talent, unmannerly, light bright, wench looking client stopped by." He kissed his teeth and left the building. I dusted off imaginary lint off my shoulders and popped my imaginary collar. I called Hakeem to see where he was and why he left me at the studio by myself.
"Hakeem speaking."
"Where is you at, man?"
"Chilling with my peoples."
"Your lil friend, Janiko, stopped by."
"Is he still there?"
"Nah he left with his ungrateful, no talent having ass. Called me all types of bitches."
"Aye ight, pass by my condo."
I hung up and gathered up my stuff then I left the building.
