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Me and Arielle had to fly out to Cali on short notice.
She had a big meeting with some important people about her future in the media and it was damn near impossible to cancel or not show her face.
I walked into the tattoo parlor and looked around for the owner. When I spotted him I walked over to him as he grinned from ear to ear.
"Man what's up bro, long time no see." I said slapping hands with Tyler.
"Too damn long," He said shaking his head.
I wanted some new ink, but I also needed some advice on starting and running a business.
My spot had finally got the remodeling that it needed finished up and was waiting for me to decide what I was gonna do with it.
There was a men and women bathroom installed and an office— other than that it was empty.
This was his second business and his wife had her own joint business as well, which is where Arielle was at now getting her nails done.
Sayori would normally be in the clear to fly, but since she was born prematurely it was better for her to stay on the ground for a while longer. We were only staying out here for two days and while we're gone mama King was watching her.
"I know that ain't my twin." Derrick said stuffing his mouth with a donut. "In the flesh." I said proudly. "Damn you get taller every time I see you." He said standing next to me. I was taller than both him and Tyler.
"Shit, giants run in the family." I said jokingly. "but on a serious note I need to talk to y'all niggas."
"Alright, my office back this way." I nodded following behind them. "So what's up, you good?" Tyler asked sitting down in his chair. I looked around his office. It was simple with a touch of luxury— right up my alley. I took a seat in front of the desk and Derrick sat to the right of me.
"Yea bro, nothing like that." I said waving him off. Tyler and Derrick were on go. I had known them for a few years and we had grown to be like brothers, we just lived in different states. "I just need some pointers and shit on the business life. I just closed on a property and I wanna start a lounge for teens or something. Give these kids especially these boys a place to come to instead of running the streets."
"Ahh, I see, that's what I did with the center for youth, but from experience I'd say to do something a little different. It's hard not to get attached to these kids and they'll bring a lot of problems your way so if you not ready to deal with all that right on you should start smaller." He said taking out a folder.
"What about a gym?" He said taking a piece a paper from the folder, creating a bubble map. "Nigga how I'm run a gym? Do it look like I workout to you?" I said honestly. I was fit, yea, but I didn't go to the gym at all.
