“Nah, you’re good. I have to do it this way. As long as I know that shit isn’t binding, I’m good. I’ll send it over for you to review, but regardless of what it says, I’m signing it as long as the shit doesn’t hold weight.”
“If you enter into a contract with bad faith and misrepresent ownership, the contract is fraudulent and null and void. You’re sure he doesn’t own the masters? Not one percentage of them?”
“Nah, he doesn’t.”
“And he has full knowledge that he doesn’t own them?”
“Yeah, he knows because he sold them shits.”
“Then no, the contract won’t be binding and you can sue for breach of contract, fraudulent contract provisions, and fraud. We can demand punitive damages.”
“How much?”
“Pretty much any number? It’s up to the judge, but I know a few who would be willing to rule however we want.”
“Yeah, that will work.”
“Don’t do anything yet. There has to be…”
Asao quickly cut him off. “I know this shit sounds crazy and doesn’t make sense, but you’re just gonna have to trust me on this one.”
“I can’t promise that you’re covered if I don’t have all the details or know what you’re doing, Sao.”
“I feel you but all I need is for you to make sure that if he sells me some shit he doesn’t legally own, I can sue and the contract isn’t binding.”
“If what you’re saying is true and he doesn’t own the masters, then yes.”
“Bet. As soon as we have the contract, Niles will send it.”
“We’ll talk then. Don’t sign anything until I get my eyes on it.”
“Aight.”
“I’m serious, Asao.”
“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t,” he said with a grin right before he ended the call and Niles glared at his boy.
“That was your plan the entire time.”
“Pretty much?”
“You couldn’t tell me that shit.”
“Could have but I didn’t. It worked out better without you knowing.” He shrugged and started his Jeep.
“How is this shit supposed to work? You just said he’s broke. What’s the point of suing him for money you know he doesn’t have?”
“He can’t fight me. That means whatever we want, we get. It’s not about the money. Samari gets her career back, we get his artists, and that muthafucker gets to keep breathing because this shit is happening one way or another.” Asao smirked, communicating what he meant, and Niles shook his head.
“You love playing with fire. That shit could have gone hella wrong.”
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll always bet on myself.”
“You said we get his artists, that mean you’re signing up?” Niles smiled smugly ,knowing his boy wasn’t trying to actually run a label but was now talking about taking on Cobra’s artists.
“If they’re worth something we might, but the goal is making sure they’re not tied to that muthafucker.”
“You’re damn sure doing a lot of label shit for somebody who said they didn’t want one.”
