The meeting/ Pt 3.

1993/ New York.

In the bustling city of new york that never sleeps, with the pedestrians going about there daily lives but if you were to look closely at a small mansion, Inside that mansion you can see a black man and another black man that was really tall around 6'3 and heavy set, sitting on the couch.

(Sean's POV)

"Man im telling you dawg...We're gonna become the greatest artists that ever lived when my bad boy label makes it big." Said sean, pouring champagne and handing the heavy set man a glass who was looking at a magazine intently.

Sean paused, seeing the heavy set man didn't take the drink and adjusted his throat, gaining the heavy set man's attention.

"Oh...yea we're gonna make it big, hahaha." Said the heavy set man while taking the drink, with his eyes averting back to the magazine that had a picture of one of my past photoshoots of me smiling while promoting one of my lip sticks.

Sean looked at the magazine and seen my face was on it and his face twisted into anger and grabbed the magazine and threw it, which made the heavy set man's face turn sour and say "What the fuck is your problem."

Sean took a deep breath calming himself down and said while laughing to calm the situation " Hahaha, my bad dawg."

"Do you know her on the magazine or something." Asked the heavy set man with suspicion in his eyes while sipping on his glass of champagne.

"Yea I do and she gets on my fucking nerves." Said sean while drinking his glass of champagne, with rage in his eyes.

The heavy set man thought for a moment and asked curiously "So what's her name."

"Wallace you really don't know her do you, you need to study more on other music genres other than hip hop because when you get deep in this line of business regardless if you win an award or not you have to clap and not appear mad on the outside." Said sean with a sigh and deep anger on the inside just from thinking about me.

"Anyway her name is crystal or what her fans call her anyways about the label since I just sighed you last week let's talk about your first album." Said sean with the rage in his eyes disappearing.

"Ight, and I'll do that when I have time." Said wallace while drinking his glass of champagne.

"Hehehehe, I'll vecome the greatest Starting with your fat ass" Thought sean while remembering he has a meeting with a man named albert johnson later and looked at the clock and seen that he was late.

*Knock, knock*

"WHAT." Said sean screaming which made wallace look at him weirdly.

A woman came in and said while blushing "I made yo.."

"DIDN'T I TELLl YOUR SLOW ASS I WAS GOING OUT TO TO EAT KIM NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CHOKE YOUR ASS." Said sean screaming, which made kim immediately leave with the food in her hand with tears in her eyes

"Ay man that shit was uncalled for." Said wallace while standing up.

"The fuck, sit your fat ass down I can talk to my woman however I want." Said sean while standing up.

"Ay I ain't got no problem with kicking your ass of my label." Said sean which made wallace sit back down with a sigh.

Sean grabbed his keys and started leaving while saying "When you leave lock the door behind you and your welcome to the rest of my drink collections but don't touch any other shit in my house and I'll talk to you about your album later."

"Ight." Said wallace while sipping his champagne, to calm his nerves down.

"I'ma leave when you pull out the drive through I'm not staying here your ass creepy as hell" Thought wallace while sipping on more of the champagne in his glass.

Sean got into his car and started it and pulled out of his driveway and pulled off towards an expensive restaurant that he's supposed to have his meeting at with albert johnson.

TIMESKIP: a couple minutes later.

Sean pulled up at the expensive restaurant and pulled into a parking lot and turned off his car and took a deep breath and adjusted his outfit in the mirror and sprayed something in his mouth to make sure his breath smells good and if I currently here and saw this I would definitely say he's spraying his mouth because he got dick breath.

Sean got out of his car and adjusted his tuxedo one more time and went towards the restaurant and went inside of it.

As sean walked inside of the expensive restaurant he looked around and didn't see anybody and walked up to the receptionist counter that had a woman standing behind it And said "Excuse me ms a man named albert johnson is expecting me."

The woman looked up from her computer at sean and asked "What is your name."

"Sean combs." Said sean, while sighing on the inside from this woman's slowness at not recognizing his great self.

The woman looked at a clipboard and seen sean's name and said with a flattering smile " your room number is 5, enjoy."

Sean rolled his eyes on the inside and nodded his head with a smile and walked into a hallway for the rich and knocked on the door with the number 5 on it.

"Come in." Said an elderly voice with authority.

Sean took a deep breath and opend the door and seen a very old man with tall muscular bodyguards behind him with there hands behind their backs with black tuxedo's on with black shades and said "Hello mr johnson my name is sean combs."

"I know who you are, take a seat." Said albert with an uncaring face.

Sean modded and took a seat across from him and said with a smile "The reason i wanted to have a meeting with you is because i want to help promote baby oil even more which will in turn ring in the money even more."

"And what would you possibly get out of this mr combs and where is your Sincerity." Asked albert with squinted eyes, which made sean nervous on the inside but was firm on the outside.

"Mr johnson, mr johnson you have to trust me on this if I can successfully promote baby oil behind the scenes and rack in the Money, depending on how much is earned Which I'm hoping is around 90 million or over it I will contact you then and if it doesn't work I'll be in debt of 90 million for wasting your time." Said seen with a confident smile, while smirking on the inside.

Albert thought for a moment and said "Good I'll hold your word to it and if you fail expect my money to be sent right or ill have your balls hanging on the door of your supposed new label but if you do succeed I'll consider letting you buy some ownership of baby oil but for now I'll see the results which speak louder than words or dreams, Boy."

Sean clenched his teeth while pissed on the inside and thought "You fucking white cracker if you touch my label I'll show you who's balls will be hanging where."

"Now leave your making the room smell like ass." Said albert while elegantly putting a napkin on his shirt.

"Bu..." Said sean trying to speak only to get cut off.

"This room is reserved for the rich only not a meager millionaire but a person of superior stature such as myself or as the the chinese say for meager brains such as yours to understand simple language, no matter how tall the mountain is it cannot block the sun, now leave your presence is making my steak smell like faggot." Said albert with uncaring eyes, while picking up his Knife and fork and started cutting his steak.

"You will regret this you fucking old roach" Thought sean with rage but smiled on the outside and got up and left the room and as he closed the door he smiled with a glint in his eyes.

"No one is greater than me." Said sean whispering with a smirk.

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THE END...