"Thanks, I love you too baby" , he whispered lowly and ended the call.
He quickly tucked his phone away and turned to glance at the picturesque backdrop of the Upper East Side. Meek had landed himself a meeting in one of the more prestigious investment firms in all of New York City. He was hoping to close a lucrative entertainment deal that would secure an affluent financial future for his family. He walked over to his Jewish lawyer, Alon, who was ending a phone call with a large grin on his face. He extended his arm to pat Meek on the shoulder.
Alon: "my man, you ready to close this deal? " Meek: "...I'm always ready to get to the money!" Alon: "my guy... (Shaking his hand profusely) ... By the end of today you will be a very rich man"
Meek laughed a bit and flashed a wide smile. Truthfully this was all he had ever wanted. The music business stopped being about music and talent years ago. Being one of the last street artist in the game, he knew he'd never get the acknowledgement and accolades he deserved. He was excited to build his brand and take it to the next level financially. Money wasn't an issue but he desired to be the primary bread winner in his family.
He signaled to the receptionist that he was ready and by the push of a button she opened the double doors. He entered to see two older white men and an middle aged Asian woman sitting at the end of a 40 foot conference table. They stood in his presence as he shook their hands one by one. He and Alon took their seats opposite of them. The project manager, Bill, spoke first.
Bill: "We've carefully considered the prospects of Meek as a key member of our brand extension strategy. We are very impressed with the brand Meek has built independently, his persona, and his talent. However, at this time we will regretfully decline the offer. The street persona, the open case, it's too much of a liability for us to take on at this time. This has been a quite difficult decision for - "
Alon turned to Meek who's grin had fallen on his face. His chin fell into his chest as he fought back his emotions. Before bill could finish his affirmation , Meek stood up from the table. Everyone looking at him with a glare of uncertainty.
Meek reached his arm out across the table to shake Bill's hand while looking him in the eyes.
Bill: (stuttering) "Really wish... I really wish... It coulda .... Wish it coulda worked man...."
The deadly stare made Bill uncomfortable, his grip weakened. Meek didn't utter a word. He fixed his Armani suit jacket and headed toward the door. He didn't bother to look back and continued through the tall glass doors.
He made his way out of the private luxury building and out to the Parking garage. His car was parked right in front. He snatched his keys down off the Valet Wall and hopped into his brand new Lamborghini Aventador.
He completed what normally would have been a 35 minute drive home in 20 minutes. Lost in his thoughts he did 100 miles per hour across the George Washing Bridge into Jersey. Usually he would observe the oversized homes in his new neighborhood but he could only focus on processing the bad news. His sent calls from his lawyer straight to voicemail.
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