The Blue Note (Slow Updates)

Two

Stacy was always one to take things with stride, depending on the situation. But unlike before, this was her territory and she was solely in control.

"Please, have a seat," Stacy commanded before turning to Tasha. "T, I got it from here."

"Cool, I'm heading to Chipotle for lunch. You want anything?"

"My usual, please."

"Gotcha," Tasha began to make her exit. "Good luck, Prince."

Prince cleared his throat, "Umm, thank you." With that Tasha was gone with the wind, Stacy strolled around the large desk.

Prince watched the sway of her hips in her acid washed jeans. Oh, the things he'd love to do to her once again. Quickly, he rid his head of those filthy thoughts.

"So, Tasha's spoken highly of you," she began, before taking her seat and crossing her legs. "She even told me what you hope to do in the future."

He stared at her perplexed. She was really speaking to him as if that night hadn't occurred.

"Uh," he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Yea, I'm currently working as a producer and engineer. I'd love to eventually create my own label."

"So you applied here to do what exactly?"

"Learn," he explained. "See what it's like behind the scenes."

"You want to use this job to your advantage--"

Prince shook his head vigorously. "No–no, not in the way you're implying."

"What do you think I'm implying, Roger?" Prince opened his mouth to speak, but fell short once he realized what she called him. "I'm only fuckin' with you," she joked. "Relax," she encouraged.

"It's not exactly easy," he sighed.

Stacy rolled her eyes in agreement, "Don't I know it, but trust me you have it a lot easier than you think."

Prince nodded, although he didn't quite understand exactly what she meant. "I hope it's not too forward to say this but–"

"Don't," she stressed. "Just please, don't." Stacy sat back in her chair, rubbing her index finger across her lips. "So, why come here?"

"Well, the artist your label has housed, they're phenomenal. Every single, every album...the whole shabang has been so spot on. I want to be apart of that, see how the magic happens." He explained enthusiastically. "Just seeing what's being released makes me realize that you actually do pay attention. You truly care. It's not all about the money."

"Well, that's nice of you. Nice that you've noticed that," she blushed. "Believe it or not, I sit in on almost everything done here. Even if it's just 5 minutes, I gotta hear the sound."

"Never heard that from a CEO before..."

"Well, I'd be a shitty one if I didn't," she laughed. "I take pride in what we create here. I feel like if they know I'm gonna pop in, they'll always be creating something of value. Get me?" She reached into the jar of gummy bears that occupied the corner of the desk. "Now, don't get me wrong, I love to hear some ratchet tunes every now and then," she giggled before tossing a bear into her mouth.