Los Angeles, California
A red ferrari roars through the streets of LA. A teenager in the drivers seat with two exotic models drinking champagne and "woo-ing". "Hey ladies, how about we hit my spring break party on the way huh!" The two models woo'ed in agreement as he drove past countless cars untill he got to his destination. This was the biggest party of the year and its even better because he shows up with two models in bikinis wrapped around his arms. As soon as he arrived the crowd went wild and the dj called him to the stage. "Calm down calmd down. I know, this party is awesome" the crowd cheers in agreement. " i know, this party is INSAAANE!" The crowd gets louder, as their screams can be heard from miles away. "I know, most of you guys dont deserve this party. But because of the nice, handsome, RICH, man i am, i'll allow it. And incase any of u have forgotten . . ITS SPRING BREAK BITCHES!" The crowd roars even louder and he jumps into the crowd and he surfs it. All he's thinking is- "i love my life."
Chasse gets to his penthouse, drunk off his ass with completly different girls. "Al-alright ladies, take off-off your clothes and fuck the superstar." A man in the shadows watches Chase and the two ladies walk over to him. "H-hey ladies, i know i have drunk dick but we can make it work." He laughs a little, wobbling side to side not aware of the man they're standing next to. "Your parents would be ashamed to see u like this." The mysterious man turned on the light and smirked. "Who the hell are u, and why do u have my bi-i mean ladies?"the man stood up. He mustve been 6'5 with a big build. Chase's expression changed as he felt he was in danger. "I am the man thats either going to make or break your company." What do u mean?" Chase trying to stay awake started bobbing his head listening to the mans words. "As you may know, your company is failing. My company can restore your financial issues but in turn you're going to need to do something for us." "Woah woah woah man i apreciate you trying to help, but im not gonna sell my ass to a tall black man." The man now showing hostile emotions, used a more firm tone. "You keep playing, and your company including your money will be washed away and no one will give a damn. All those people u call friends will turn on you as soon as they hear the news." Chase lifted his finger up as if he was going to retaliate with knowlege. "Yeaa, give me one sec." He passed out on the bed.
The next day arrived and Chase is woken up by the news talking about a kid in chicago being trialed to 3 years in jail. He turns off the tv and attends to his hangover. He questioned if what happened last night really happened. He found a card with no name and just a number and he called it. A deep voice answered the call. "So, you ready to get to work?" A determined look struck down on chase's face "where do i sign?"