“What’s this?” His face tightened as Vega approached with an unbothered expression, stopping about a foot away with a suit right behind him.
“This is our business meeting. You requested it, remember?” Vega pointed to the table behind Micah, signaling for him to sit. Right after, he glanced at his watch. He had a little over an hour to handle this before he was to head home to shower and change so he would be on schedule for picking up Nyelle at their appointed time.
“Aight, I can get with that, but who are these people?” Micah glanced behind Vega at the suit first before he located the three men and women moving around the room.
“They’re my team. They need to see the place to get an accurate quote for the renovations I have planned. Prince is my lawyer. He’s here to assist with the paperwork.”
“Hold the fuck up. I’m not sure what’s going on but I didn’t say a damn thing about renovations.” Micah glared at Vega defensively, not sure what the deal was.
Vega simply looked over his shoulder at his business attorney Eric Prince, who then lifted the manila folder that was in his hand into view while addressing Micah at the same time.
“I have everything right here. Have a seat and I’ll go over the paperwork with you so you can sign.”
“Sign? What the hell do you mean sign? We haven’t agreed on anything. No terms, not even an amount.” Micah's eyes darted between Vega and Prince.
“I decided. I’ll have a cash payout for you as soon as we have your signature on those papers,” Vega stated coolly but with all the confidence of a man on a mission before he stepped around Micah and pulled one of the metal chairs away from the table and filled it with his long body. When he was comfortable, he looked up at Micah and pointed to the chair across from him. “Sit.”
“Nah, tell me what’s going on. Sounds like you think I’m about to sell my place.”
Vega grinned and massaged his chin with one hand, drumming his fingers on the table with the other.
“I don’tthinka gotdamn thing. Iknowyou’re about to sell me this place. Now sit your ass down so we can get started.”
Micah was confused and pissed but he sat. More out of the reasoning that he didn’t want any smoke with Vega, but he damn sure wasn’t about to sign over his club.
“I only asked you to partner with me. My place is not for sale?”
Prince opened the folder and lifted a stack of papers, sliding them across the table.
“Mr. Orr is offering you a great deal. It’s way more than the place is worth, but with the changes, I’m sure he’ll recoup the cost. If you look at page one?—”
“Hold the fuck up.” Micah cut Prince off and looked at Vega. “Come on man, what’s this about?”
“I did my research. This club has potential but poor management is fucking that up. It’s also a piece of shit. Regardless, it brings money and can bring a lot more. I plan on making that happen, with a few upgrades, new clientele, and better dancers.”
“I’m not selling.” Micah stood firm and Vega chuckled before releasing an annoyed exhale.
“I respect you, Micah. We’re cool and all but business is business. You came to me because you were in the hole. You’re struggling. If I don’t invest, you’ll lose this place in six months to a year. I’m giving you a respectable way out. You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing here?—”
“And you do?” Micah shot back, seething.
“Yeah, actually, I do. I know business. The product is selling a fantasy to men instead of keys to junkies but it’s still businessnone the less. I’m good at selling shit. I can do that here but I don’t want you as a partner. I’m going to own this club outright. Take the out or lose everything. The choice is yours.”
“That’s fucked up, Vega. Really fucked up.” Micah knew he had no fight. If Vega wanted his place, it was already as good as his.
“No, it’s business. You did what you could but that wasn’t good enough. Just take the money and walk away.”
Micah glared at Vega for a moment longer before his eyes moved to Prince, expressing defeat. Prince picked right up where he left off.
“If you look at page one, you’ll see three places to initial. You’ll also see the amount Mr. Orr is offering you. We can start there.” Prince reached into his coat pocket for a pen which he slid across the table to Micah. Vega stood and removed his phone from his pocket.
“I’m about to make a call. I’ll be out front if you need me.” He addressed Prince who only nodded but didn’t look at Vega. Giving Micah one last nod of acknowledgment, Vega saw he was pissed, but business was business. Whether Micah wanted to admit it or not, he knew what Vega was telling him was the truth. He was struggling. The amount of money Vega was offering was more than fair but Micah didn’t like being strong armed. Unfortunately there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
Once Vega was outside in the parking lot, he got Nyelle on his line to make sure they were still good with their plans for the evening. Vega smiled to himself at how much he was looking forward to spending time with her but she had that effect on him.
“Pretty Ny, you ready for me?”
Vega waited patiently as she paused before her answer. “To spend time with you, yes. Ready foryouspecifically, no.”
