You Might Be The Death Of Me

Diamond Life

My Life is absolutely perfect! Im an intern at my dad's record label Royal Records. I have my own condo which is like a Mansion and my Ferrari that I bought. In silver! All I need is my Doctorate Degree and to hear from my ' soon to be Boss ' so I can become a doctor. Maybe even the best in L.A.
It's gonna take all of me. And it is.

"Diamond!"
"Yes Dad!" I ran out of the employees lunch room which has a balcony where was standing. I went to his office and waited till he was done writing. Three people were in there with me (besides my father). All of which were male. Two of them wore suits and the other in casual clothes. I assume a manager, lawyer and a new artist was for in the room.

"Okay." He said as he finished. " It will be wonderful to work with you."

"Same here." The artist smiled.

"Oh, Diamond! I almost forgot about you."

"It's wouldn't be your first time." I joked. The artist, Manager and Lawyer stood up out of there seats. And when I saw the artist my heart started to throb. He was.... I don't even know how to say it without sounding vulgar.

"Jason, I would like you to meet my daughter Diamond. Diamond meet Jason The new artist I just signed. Diamond I would like for you to make music for and with Jason like you do with most of our artists."

"Nice to meet you." He said with his hand out for a hand shake. I was too busy gazing at his beautiful brown eyes. But then reality hit me and I realized he wanted to shake hands.

" Nice to meet you too." And shook his hand.

"I would also like for you to show him around our home." My dad said. He refers to the label as his home because music is and was home for him. It was for me but I prefer to be a doctor. It was always something I wanted to do besides singing and rapping. But after all the artist I've seen that get aggravated because of music, and the struggle to get to the top and to be the best. Especially when the fame gets to their heads.
It steered me toward my second dream.

" Of course."I said.

" Robert, James you can leave if you please." My father said. He was speaking to the lawyer and Manager I think the Lawyer is Robert and the Manager is James.

"Yeah we'll be leaving Donte." Robert said to my father.

"Okay. Nice doing business with you all."

"Jason... Is it?"

"Yeah." His voice was deep. It here me chills.

"Come with me please. That is if you wanna look around now. We could do it anytime you please." We started walking around the building.

" Actually, can we do this tomorrow?"

"Of course. It's getting late anyway the sun is going down and people are leaving. Well, not everyone."

"What do you mean?"

"Some artist pull all-nighters. They stay for hours in one room trying to make a song or more."

"Ah! I understand I've done it before. I sold music out a van like some other artists. That's how I got here. And also with the help of family."

" Your story sounds interesting. I'd like to hear more sometime."

"Sure. I-uh have to go but I'll see you tomorrow at ... 3?"

"Sure. Let me show you your way out."

"Thanks."

"No prob."After he left I was ready to leave myself. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and made sure everything was in check, then I left. I started walking and putting​ my beats mixr headphones on and started listening to ' Don't ' by Bryson Tiller. As I was walking home I heard a car rush to where I was and it took me. I struggled to get out of the person's grip. By the grip I concluded it was a man. He took me into his back van. I looked at the licence plate and made sure I knew my surroundings but then the person put a black bag over my head. I wasn't scared because I was prepared for any and everything.