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8:12pm, Sunday Chicago, Illinois 📍🚘
Ellas POV
Von opens the passenger-side door to the black G-Truch and I climb in .
I glance at him, in his usual mean, slightly distant self.
He starts the engine and reverses out of his space . He switches on the music and the car is filled with some rap music.
"Bitch, I would've bonded you out You could've stayed at my house (you could've stayed at my house) We would've figured it out (we would've figured it out) You took the easiest route I wonder when he gettin' out (wonder when he gettin' out) Who he gon' hang wit' now?"
"This song is really good, who are we listening too"? I ask.
"This me shordy. You fw it?"
"Yeah it's amazing" she said excitedly.
"Yo ass be sounding so proper". He said laughing.
"Yeah what's wrong with that" I responded rolling my eyes.
"Ain't nun wrong wit it, you jus be sounding like a white bitch" he said making me eye him.
"Lemme not even respond to that". "Can I hear that again" I asked.
"Fasho". Von pushes the repeat button and then song starts playing over.
The song is then interrupted by Vons phone ringing.
"Hello Mr.Grey the NDA has been left on the table. It's ready for you." A women's voice said.
"Good , you added everything I told you ta add ?" He responds.
"Yes sir"
"Good". Von hangs up by pressing the button on his car.
No goodbye or thanks. I would never even consider the thought of working for him when he's so cold with his employees.
