Chapter 19: New Acquisiton
Franklin walked into the recording studio, he was set to meet with CJ about the acquisition of Grove Families Records. He wore a gray suit and tie, his head was shaven and his beard trimmed. He walked up the steps and past the recording booth, he walked into the CJ's office. CJ and Jackie V sat there, CJ had a briefcase sitting on the table. Franklin greeted CJ, they shook hands. "How are you F?" CJ asked Franklin. "All good." Franklin replied. THey sat down and spoke, Jackie was attempting to play with Franklin's leg with her feet. "So, this deal is to ensure that Grove Families Records change hands. I brought my advisor." CJ told Franklin. A white middle aged man walked through the door, he was bald and he looked like a coke head, "Ken Rosenberg, this is Franklin Clinton. He's gonna buy the label from us." CJ told Rosie. Franklin and Rosie shook hands, he looked at Franklin. "Yeah, cool. Nice to meet you." Rosie told Franklin. They all sat down, and began the meeting.
CJ looked at Franklin, he noticed Jackie attempting to goose Franklin. "So, you own and operate the label, Rosie is out accountant and business advisor. He may have a small habit, but he is good with numbers. I manage Mad Dogg, and Jackie V. Anyone else you sign on, they can have their own manager. If I bring them in though. You can sign them at your own discretion. I got a sound man in the booth right now, lemme call him." CJ told Franklin. CJ grabbed the business phone and got on the intercom. "Paul, come to the office." He announced before hanging up the phone. A few moments later the door opened, Paul walked in. He was an older man with spiked hair, he wore a denim vest and black jeans. "Carl, mate you know I'm trying to run this bloody equipment. What you want Guvner?" Paul asked. He had a thick British accent.
CJ looked at Paul, who sat down in a chair. "This is your new boss Franklin, I wanted you to meet him." CJ replied. "Nice to meet you mate, hopefully you can gimme a raise. This stingy cunt has a tight wallet." Paul told Franklin. "We'll see." Franklin replied. "Okay, now you know your staff. Paul here is also manager of Crow and Love Fist, so they're potential clients for this label if you want." CJ told Franklin. "Hey, this all sounds good. How much?" Franklin asked CJ. "Forty Million, with that you get the label, the copyrights, the clients, and the staff." CJ replied. Franklin opened up his checkbook, he filled out a cheque and ripped it out. Franklin handed the cheque to CJ. "Great, sign here." CJ said handing Franklin the deed. Franklin signed the deed, he handed it back to CJ.
CJ handed the deed to Rosie, Rosie was disbarred as a lawyer in the late 80's but got a Notary license after he started working for CJ. Rosie notarized the deed, before handing it back to Franklin. The two men stood up, Frank shook CJ's hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'm looking forward to working with you." CJ told Franklin. "Likewise." Franklin replied. CJ looked at Jackie. "I gotta go, and you have a session. Knock em dead kiddo." CJ told Jackie. She stood up and followed CJ out the door, Franklin stared at her rear as she walked by. She wore a black belly shirt with Madd Dogg in Old English on the front, a pair of booty shorts, and black and white striped thigh high socks with black Converse. She turned around and winked and Franklin before walking out the door.
After the session was done, Franklin was walking out the door. He pulled out his phone and called Tracey. "Hey!" She said in excitement as she answered the other end. "Hey, babe. Guess who now owns his own Record Label." Franklin told Tracey. "No way!" Tracey replied in excitement. "You totally have to let me come record a session! I can be a diva! Very diverse in the entertainment industry!" Tracey told Franklin. "Maybe when your movie is wrapped up, I got some clients on the hook right now too. I am talking Crow and Love Fist. This is exciting for sure." Franklin replied. "Okay, we gotta celebrate. Tonight, we're going to get fucked up and do some fucked up shit." Tracey told Franklin. "Shit, sounds good babe. I'm looking forward to it. I'll see you at my house." Franklin said before hanging up the phone. He got in his car and drove off.
A while later, Franklin pulled up into his driveway and parked, he got out of the car and walked inside. Tracey was in the kitchen, she was snorting a line off the counter. She had a case of Pisswasser sitting on the table, along with a bong and a bottle of whiskey. "Hey, babe." Franklin said. "Hey, you ready to party?" Tracey asked Franklin. Before he could reply, his phone rang. It was Michael. "Hey, Frank. This isn't a good time. Tracey is here and–" Franklin was cut off by Michael. "Nevermind that kid, you two need to come to the hospital in Downtown right now." Michael told Franklin. "Shit, what happened?" Franklin asked Michael. "It's Stephanie. Packie beat her to a pulp, she's in ICU." Michael replied. "Motherfucker. Alright I'm on my way." Franklin said before hanging up. He looked at Tracey. "We gotta go." Franklin told Tracey. "Why?" She asked. "It's Steph. Come on." Franklin replied. He ran out the door, and Tracey followed him.