Too Much

Chapter twenty two

"Hi, Venti Americano skinny with double shot of expresso please." I said to the barista and he nodded, putting in the order before telling me the price. I swiped my card and slid it into my pocket. "Y/nn." I mumbled when he asked my name.

"It'll be ready soon." He said and I nodded with a smile, moving over to the side and covering my mouth as I yawned. I was up early once again and just finished a meeting with some probable employees for the label. I'd say it went well but there was only one thing missing...

"Y/n Y/ln?" I cocked an eyebrow before smiling when I saw a familiar blonde haired man in a suit approach me. "I knew it was you, could tell from the wings tattoo."

"Zachary." I hummed before accepting his hug and lightly patting his back. "It's good to see you, man. Tell me how you seem to look richer?"

"Ah, got out the music biz and started some real paying work." I cocked an eyebrow and he took a card out of his jacket pocket. "Real estate, my friend."

"Wow," I said as I looked at his business card. "How ironic. I started a record label but need an office and I've been looking for an agent to take my needs serious... one last partner up?"

He smiled and clasped his hands together. "For you? Anything. The rest of my week is booked up but I can slide you in right now if you're free."

I looked at my watch and shrugged, knowing I didn't have to pick Rosie up from daycare for another hour or so. "I am actually."

"Y/nn!" The barista called and I held up my finger to Zach before quickly going over and grabbing my drink. "Have a nice day."

"Thank you." I said and walked back over to my old manager. "So.. how do we start this?"

He smirked and nodded his head for me to follow him. "I got you, kid. Let papa handle the heavy stuff."

I followed him out of the Starbucks and almost choked on my drink when I saw the sleek black car. "What the fuck is this?" I gasped out.

He chuckled and opened the door with his key. "Ferrari SF90.." he looked up and pulled aviators over his eyes. "Stradale. Real estate baby."

I shook my head with a chuckle and went into my Tesla that now felt like dirt compared to his car. He pulled up besides me and I rolled down my window. "Try to keep up, we're taking to four-o-five."

"I'm a family man now Zachy, I can't race." I said, my fingers tapping on the wheel uneasily. He shrugged, quickly starting forward. I huffed and took a couple gulps of the coffee before setting the cup down and putting the car into gear. It was early in the morning, fuck it. I slammed on the gas and was right on his ass as we started on the freeway. Hopefully no cops were around..

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"How the hell did you beat me in a Tesla?" Zach questioned in astonishment.

I flipped the key and shrugged. "I'll teach you someday, kid." I joked before looking up at the building and nodding softly. "Oh this is nice, I like it a lot already."