A book about a wealthy young black woman, who under an anonymous name made a career in music production and is now sitting as a label head at her own label. Now with more time on her hands, she finds herself more present in her friendships, music po...
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"Ms. Adesina!" Hearing her name her head popped out of her phone looking for who had been calling out to her. Coming in hot, Akin and another assistant ran down the hall stopping at her feet. "Why are we running? Is something wrong?" "You have a phone call" "All this over a phone call? Guys did you both hit your heads?" taking the last bite of her chocolate glazed donut she called a pre-lunch snack.
"Ms. Adesina the head of OVO Enterprises wants to speak with you" The other assistant gasped for breath while trying to complete that sentence, "Again that's what had you running like mad men?".
"Ma'am this is a big deal, the IRA and OVO haven't collaborated in over 5 years" "Not true and stop calling us the IRA, taxation isn't cool a rep" Casually walking beside them the assistants tried their hardest to get their boss to hurry and walk faster.
She only rolled her eyes, "Has the call been forwarded to my office?" "Yes, and Angela is making sure he's on hold" Sighing Dami checked her gold bangles before placing her ID on the scanner opening the big doors to her office. "Oh my goodness, what took you so long?" "Everyone disperse" Dami announced not even bothering to address her publicist's question.
"Go on" Watching Akin return to her office and the other two leave she sat at her beautiful throne "Hello, this is the Illmatic Recording Association front desk. Who may this be? And what is your purpose of calling" placing the call on speaker she waited from the person to respond "Hello, I'm back at square one, I'm trying to get in contact with Damilola Ad-e-sina. I don't know if I'm saying that right but yeah, I'd like to speak with her if possible" Taken aback they seemed to be right when they said he called personally.
During his rambling, she researched the number, the number address was exactly where the two assistants said, OVO enterprises. "And who's speaking?" "Aubrey Drake Graham" "Okay I'll forward you directly to her" "Please do, the other assistant said she would but here I am at the front desk again" A dry chuckling came through the phone.
"Cute" she mouthed forwarding him to her personal landline, The pretty gold antique corded phone held white accents and was heavily guarded. Of course, phone calls were recorded but to be forwarded to the phone a quick number check was required to confirm the caller was who they said they were. No cell phones, unidentified numbers, or disposable numbers were allowed and they'd be immediately sent away.
Waiting to see if it rang she pulled out a notepad just in case anything important was said, Eventually, it rang and she picked up. "Hello, Mr. Graham" "Good morning" "To what do I owe the pleasure of such a call?" snickering he took his time answering her.
"I called to issue an apology" "Oh?". Folding her legs she leaned back in her chair with a small smile appearing on her lips "Yes, I had a terrible day up until that point and I took those strong feelings out on you. I never meant to question you to that extent alongside the disrespect I issued to you and 40. I sincerely apologize and I hope to mend the relationship" "I accept, I too was having a terrible day. I didn't help de-escalate the issue".
