New York City, New York
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Carter walked around his club 40/40 watching everyone party. He exhaled from his cigar before taking a seat in his VIP section.
Soon bottles and food appeared before him and then his boys decided to show up.
"Oh, now that the foods here y'all show up." He said getting up to dap them.
"Nah man, niggas addicted to IG." Emory, a close friend, said dapping Carter up.
He shook his head. "Nah, it's this new shorty that popped up."
Ty Ty, his best friend, pulled out his phone. "It's the owner of Deréon. You know, all the shit the woman be wearing."
He showed Carter a pic.
"Oh, that's her." Carter said. He heard about the brand for awhile but never knew the creator just like everyone else.
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Carter couldn't take his eyes off her. She was beautiful to him. He looked at her shirt.
"Ivy Park?" He asked.
"Yeah, she just launched a new active wear line." He said.
Carter looked at Ty Ty. "How you know all this shit?"
"My girl keep me up. She bad as fuck." He said.
Carter laughed. "Yeah, she is."
Soon more guys started showing up.
"Here come that fucking thief." Emory said low enough for Carter to hear.
Carter looked up and watched Cam walk through his section. Word was coming back to him that Cam was stealing but he couldn't prove it yet.
Carter's street side just needed a word and that's it but on the business side he needed proof. So he was keeping the peace until he got his proof.
"What's up my guy." Cam said as he dapped up everybody.
"What's up?" Carter said sitting back.
"Y'all getting it in tonight." He said picking up a bottle of Ace. "I can have this?"
