"I dropped outta college. I figured it wasn't for me. I chose my son, Gram and this business I'm workin' in with Ermias. I feel like I'm capable of doing it."
"What kind of business?"
"I'm going to be his secretary and make sure everything gets done properly, run errands and in charge of the money. All that stuff secretaries do. He convinced the Gov to let him have that shoppin' store as his property. It's in his name and everything. He has so much support behind him. Ermias gets along with everybody and knows everybody."
"Hmph. And what's that? New slang? Why can't you say government.. the "proper" way and not like the average hoodrat." My mother criticized, ignoring everything that I said.
I twist my lips and focused on the stop light, ahead. "Mkay. Uh. Mama. I'll talk to you later. Love you." I say sadly and hung up, throwing my phone on the seat.
As promised, I bought Nipsey's $100 CD and now I was heading to 3420 W Slauson Ave F.
I park in an empty parking space and admired the empty shopping store.
I already got a visual of how this place would be, once it gets on and 'poppin .. that's for sure.'
"Yo Ermias! How did you manage to get this?" I yell out to mess around and ran into his arms.
He had the biggest smile on his face and spun me around. "You tell me?"
"Hardwork and patience." I look at it again and push my shades over my head. "This is perfect."
"Beverly!" Blacc Sam caught me off guard and made me spin on my heels.
"What I tell you about callin' me that, boy?"
He draped an arm over my shoulder. "You know Im messin' wit'chu.. cuh." He chuckles.
"Whateva'.." I roll my eyes.
"C'mon. let's go to fatburger. We got business to discuss." Nip inquired.
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Sam and I conversed amongst ourselves, while Nip ordered our food and we pitched in to pay our, together.
He places my drink with a burger and fries in front of me. And took his seat next to me.
"What we gon' discuss first?" Sam said with a mouthful of fries.
"Merch." Nip said, sipping his drink. "I already ordered 'em."
