"I'm sick and tired of it Kim! You never have time for me or North anymore! It's just always plastic surgery or lip injections with you. I'm running for the god damned president of the United States, and I have to take care of our daughter as well!" Kanye yelled. He was getting used to taking care of North, but now Kim was saying she'd have to leave for a photo-shoot next week for four days. How was Kanye supposed to take care of North and participate in the next presidential debate?
"Well if you hate me so much, why not just divorce me! I don't even care anymore, as long as I proved my point to my family that I can last more than 72 days." Kim retorted. She hated hearing all about her old relationship with Kris, especially from Kourtney.
"Fine! Jokes on you, I already have the papers ready. Just sign here and I'll bring this to my lawyer this afternoon." Kanye had already thought about divorcing Kim, considering he was also questioning his sexuality. Kim's jaw dropped to the floor when Kanye handed her the papers. How dare he actually take this seriously, she thought. "Well, Kim, get out! This is my house, take your child and leave. Find a place to live. Watch if I care..." Kanye said as he turned around and walked to the living room, and stared out the window. The view of the city in front of him seemed to calm him. He could see all the citizens, looking so tiny from the 50 story window. This is what he imagined presidency would be like. Looking down on all his servants, all so unbeknownst to the real world. All the sudden a certain man had caught his eye. He had a thick dark beard, and was wearing a blue sweat jacket with purple leggings. He bent down into a few lunges, and then continued to run. It looks like that exercise is paying off, Kanye thought while looking at the mans incredible physique. He knew he had seen him in the media before, but his name was not coming to mind. Kanye had never met this man before, but that was all about to change
