“You must be out of your fucking mind,” Niles said through a laugh but Asao spoke up immediately after.
“Aight, send the contract by the end of the day and I’ll sign it.”
“No the fuck you won’t,” Niles said, looking at his boy like he’d lost his mind.
“Shake on it,” Cobra said with a cocky smile, ignoring Niles before he stood, extending a hand to Asao who dropped his eyes and scowled.
“I’m not shaking your hand. End of day or no deal.”
He moved past Cobra, knocking into him as he left the conference room with Niles behind him. Niles didn’t say shit until they were in the car.
“What the fuck was that?” Niles said, like he was ready to go to war with his boy.
Asao laughed, which only made matters worse. “I know like fuck you don’t think this shit is funny. You just agreed to give that muthafucker half of our ticket sales, fuck over his artists,and pay quarter a mil for ol’ girl’s masters. I know you fuck with her heavy but?—”
“The deal isn’t legal.”
“It is if you sign that shit.”
“Nah, it’s not. He doesn’t own her masters.”
“Fuck you mean he doesn’t own her masters? She’s signed to him, right?”
“He sold them shits to her ex and Cobra knowing about us was intentional. I made sure someone dropped that detail to him. Like I said before, he knows how I get down. If I’m with Samari, wasn’t no way I was gonna be cool with him having any connection to her. Considering the fact that he’s desperate for money, he did exactly what I assumed he would and offered a way to dead that shit by buying her out of her contract.”
“Fuck is you talking about?”
“B-Syde is fucking with Cobra’s assistant Kolby. As a favor, he hit her up and she put Cobra on game about Samari. Cobra is in debt and has been selling off whatever he can. I was gonna ask to buy Samari out of her contract but didn’t have to because he offered that shit up, which makes it better for us.”
“How the hell does that make it better for us? You aren’t making sense.”
“Fam, calm the fuck down. I’m telling you I got this. Get Raaj on the line and put that shit on speaker.” Niles dialed their attorney.
“What’s up, Niles? I have ten minutes before I walk into a meeting…” Raaj state.
Before Niles could get a word in, Asao took over the call.
“Ay, Raaj, this is Sao. I need to run something by you.”
“What’s up?”
“Remember that case you were telling me about where the agent tried to sell off his client’s artwork but that shit fell through because he didn’t legally own them.”
“Yeah why, what’s going on?”
“That work with anything? Like if you enter into a contract to sell something you don’t have ownership of, all the details of the contract aren’t binding, right?”
“Sao, what the hell is going on?” Raaj sounded concerned and Niles looked at his boy, communicating that he still wasn’t making sense.
“I’m about to purchase some masters from Cobra that I know he doesn’t own…”
“Then why the fuck are you doing it?” Raaj’s tone was clipped and Asao almost fucking laughed.
One thing Asao fully trusted was that the people in his corner always had his best interests at heart. That not only held true with his boys but also his attorney who had been front and center for almost every legal contract that held Asao’s signature. Each one was either drafted by Raaj or reviewed by him to ensure all legalities would guarantee Asao was covered.
“Because if the shit isn’t legitimate, I can sue him, right?”
“Yeah, you can, but there’s likely another way to handle it. I’ll be tied up for the next couple hours, but if you need me to move some stuff around…”
