Honor Thy Thug by Wahida Clark

Author:Wahida Clark [Clark, Wahida]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, General Fiction, Urban, African American
ISBN: 9781936399390
Google: hD_EvuK7P-MC
Amazon: 1936399393
Publisher: Cash Money Content
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

11

KAYLIN

I was in my boardroom participating in a meeting via video conference, more like a bidding war, trying to sign this up-and-coming rapper, Semaj. Semaj had some mixtapes that were doing some serious damage, and I wanted him. Mind you, I was going up against the majors, including Interscope and Def Jam, and it was pretty intense. When my assistant, Diedre, burst in on the video conference and motioned for me to step out, I looked at her as if she was crazy.

“Mr. Santos, this is urgent.” I leaned over to Angel and said, “I’m the boss of this damn operation. You see them plaques on the wall? They say Kaylin Santos. Why is she annoying me and not you?”

Angel leaned over and whispered right back in my ear, “Apparently, you are not the boss. Who is the force behind you that put the team together to help you get those plaques? Angel Santos.” She went back to shuffling papers and talking.

“Excuse me,” I said, and got ready to hammer Diedre.

“Before you go off, Mr. Santos, I tried to tell Mr. Macklin that you were in a very important meeting, but he stated that this was urgent and he needed to talk to you right now. When I told him I couldn’t interrupt you, he began to threaten me, so please, save the rants, he’s on line four.” She turned around and walked away.

I started to follow her and go all in but changed my mind, thinking that Trae must have finally killed Kyron. I made it to my office, closed my door, took a deep breath, and hit the speaker button.

“Trae, I’m trying to get this money, and you are threatening my flow! What’s up, nigga? What is so urgent?”

“Are you going to be around for the next couple of days? I need to come see you. I’m scheduled to leave tonight.”

“What happened?” I braced myself for the news, as I grabbed onto the edge of my desk. He chuckled. “Chill, nigga. It ain’t nothing like that. Not yet. I’m talkin’ about that paper, nigga. Real long paper! Man, fuck that rapping chump change you sweatin’. I just got an offer, but you know I can’t talk like this. I want to leave tonight—that is, unless you want to come out here?”

“Nigga, did you hear what I just said? I’m in a bidding war right now, but you dragged me out here talking urgent.”

“Kay, trust me. When I say urgent, that’s putting it mildly. Money? I’m talking about some real bread. Scratch, scrilla. Bigger than anything we was seeing with Don Carlos.”

Shit. I thought about what he said and immediately got nervous. “Trae, talk to me now.”

“Not over the phone, bruh,” he said.

“Well, I really need to get back into this meeting,” I told him. “Let me hit you up later.”

“Handle your business. I’m on my way up to you. I’ll be at your house before noon tomorrow.”

I got the dial tone. I headed back into my meeting, wondering what Trae was up to.

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