Page 44 of Intentional Foul
“Hello,” Moe said.
“Moe, I’ll keep this quick. I’m Jhae’s new business partner. How much do you charge per beat and can she record her album in L.A.,” I said.
Silence stood between us.
“I charge $120,000 a beat and she can record in any studio. In person would be better,” Moe said.
“She is going back to L.A. today, but I’ll cover your occasional travel to L.A. if needed. How many songs does she traditionally have on an album?” I asked.
“Ten, but production does not include any features at that price,” he said.
“I’ll send two million to get things moving and pay accordingly. I’ll have my personal banker wire transfer it. Give him ten minutes. Jhae’s name will appear in the memo lineof the transaction. Log this number. I don’t want her to worry about money. She needs to be focused on the music,” I said.
“Alright, and your name?” he asked.
“Business partner,” I said, and we hung up.
I called my banker after sending Moe’s banking information and instructions. Being high profile, he knew how to keep my information private. I returned to my text messages.
Me
Moe has two million toward Jhae’s album. I need the label paperwork.
Tyrus
Working on it.
Me
You got about five days. I don’t play with Wifey’s career.
Tyrus
Oh, I know.
“Malcolm . . . no!” Jhae screamed.
I sat back as she stood in front of me with folded arms. We entered her sixth or seventh meltdown in two days. Leaning forward, I pulled her to me by her thighs.
“Malcolm, I can’t allow you to do this,” she said.
“Too late. Moe has the money, but you need to get packed,” I said.
“Packed for what?” Jhae asked with bunched brows.
“Home. Moe said he will send you the tracks. The jet will be ready within an hour.”
“To get a divorce, be friends, and business partners?” she questioned.
I chuckled as I rubbed the back of her thigh. “Husband and wife, business partners, and friends,” I said.
She caught my hand and pushed it away from her leg. “Are you crazy? I’m not going back to L.A. until you start being Malcolm again. I’m not losing my friend because her son can’t keep his hands to himself,” she said.
I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, removing my license and handing it to Jhae.
“What’s this?” she stared.
I pushed the license toward her, but she pushed it away. “According to my birthday, I’m twenty-three. Anissa is here to guide me, not make decisions for me. As the man of our household, I have a responsibility to make decisions concerning us.”
