Chapter Seven
Tyson stood out on the curb with his luggage at his feet, occasionally glancing at the clock on his cell phone. It was two thirty in the afternoon, twenty minutes passed the time that the chauffer from Big Willie records was supposed to pick him up and he was getting antsy. Having growing frustrated with the wait, he scrolled through his recent calls to find the number of the driver. Just as he was about to hit him up a Lincoln Town Car limousine pulled up before him, stealing his attention. The driver side door swung open and Keith hopped out, rounding the rear of the trunk. He popped it open and lifted it up, casting his hostile eyes on him.
“You Tyson?” Keith asked with a snobby attitude.
“Yeah.” Tyson answered like What the f**k is this nigga’z problem? He stood there
