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Ailani's POV
"By the way you can just call me London. I'm the one that handles all of the Artists and label work. I basically help Abel make the decision on whether he should sign someone or not."
I smile a little since this guy isn't as bad as he came off to be. Yeah he's an ass, but he's an ass that I could possibly deal with for the most part.
"So if you can help him choose to sign people, could you maybe convince him to sign me? Or if you can't then I guess I'll just have to tell TMZ that you guys exploit women by getting them high and promising them shit and never come through."
He looks at me, taken back by my words and chuckled. "So you're blackmailing me? Us?"
I shrug my shoulders and smile. "Call it what you want. I won that contest fair and square, and for Abel to tell me that I had to let all of you ugly ass niggas fuck me including him if I wanted to become an artist, well, that's where he had me fucked up."
"Okay fine I'll see what I can do but in the mean time we just gone act like none of this happened and go back to hating each other–"
He lead us down the stairs, finding a light on the wall and flicking it on. There was a door at the end of the hall, and I followed him to the end, then he turned.
"Aight, Abel and the crew should be coming back in like an hour and a half, that should give us enough time to work on some music. This area is completely restricted, sometimes not even his closest friends can be down here, so whatever you see or hear in here, you can't tell nobody about it."
"Uh okay?" I respond, following him and watched as he used a key to unlock the door, and walked in behind him.
His hands found a light on the wall and I gasped at the sight of such a well equipped studio before me.
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