Nicki POV
Walking around Atlantic records, wearing a red blouse with black skinny fit slacks and black Gucci pumps. I was recently promoted to A&R of the label. Which came with a nice pay raise, a new dress code, and longer hours. I couldn't complain though because I worked hard for this position. It ruined my marriage but I conquered my dreams.
He always told me I couldn't have it all, as the days goes by I plaster a smile on my face. A smile with no joy behind it, because my mentor told me nobody like the angry black woman. So I keep this smile happy or not. Peeking in on cardi b I walked in the studio it was around 1pm.
She was getting ready to drop her album we were shaping and molding her in our image. Her personality was already naturally perfect, she connected with the people. Now we just had to make her album sound like she was ready to be in talks as somebody who's here to stay.
"Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body
Shinin' all over my body
Put that bitch on Molly"
Nodding my head to the beat, letting her finish before I motioned her to come out of the booth. I was definitely the only high up person that had a personal interaction with the artist. Anybody above me see's them as a dollar sign that's disposable.
"Hey boo how are you doing?" She smiled sitting down on the couch but it quickly fell. "Can't fake it any longer?" I chuckled seeing her slump down in the couch.
"I'm exhausted nic, you got me stretched thin" she sighed, I asked the producer to take a 10 while we talked, I didn't need any leaks in our business.
"This is what you told me you wanted cardi, when you first came to me you were on love and hip hop making gangsta grillz mixtape. Now everything you drop is a hit, now I can put all my time and effort into somebody else if you want."
She shook her head no running her hands through her thick black hair. She sighed looking at me, "You know this is my dream, I was just venting." I nodded, I hated having to be the bad guy, but shit had to get done.
"Good now, I'm thinking a 15 song album. You and offset should do a love song. Batier Cardi as the first single off the album. We're going drop the video for it in February. I'm going to push you for a May release date for a summer tour. Do you think your ready to headline a tour?" I asked. She looked stuck almost probably processing everything I said.
"Um...OKURRRR, you said a lot that I wasn't ready for. So, um I think my stage presence does need some more work. If we do, do a tour it gotta be right. I can't be looking raggedy." She made clear I made a note to sketch out designs and brainstorm ideas for it.
"You know I got you" My phone began to ring looking at the caller id I instantly sighed. "Um I gotta take this, text me when the song is mixed and mastered. Final version today cardi!"
I heard her mumble something before I walked out, I didn't have time to address it. Answering the call "Hello Onika Maraj speaking"
"Hi, Ms.Maraj, I was calling to let you know Hazel did not attend my class and theirs a project due today worth 30% of her grade." Bringing my hand to my temples I gently massaged them.
"I'm sorry, is there anyway she can turn in the project tomorrow? I'm going to get to the bottom of this." I sighed, this little girl was testing me.
"Yes, but I deduct 10 points for every day late so she'll start at a 90." She was a sophomore in high school I should not be getting these calls. She keep on she gone be 20 in high school.
"Thank you so much have a great day" Going outside I So I wouldn't have any nosey people in my business. After calling her phone 4 times she finally answered I was beyond pissed.
