“I’m tired of you being fine fine, not just for a white man, and I’m supposed to sit up here and what, listen to you?” She asked Thomas, biting back the laughter that was there, but barely. The woman hadn’t ever bothered to pull any punches. That smile though, the one that bordered on a grin, it was there, and there was no denying that one. “But nah, listen. I looked at the contracts, they need to retain the rights to the music, and the percentage needs to be higher for all y’all. You, and all the girls.” A finger tapped the paper in front of her before it was slid over, for him to come to the same damn conclusion. @thomasxoconnor






