Michael Jackson sexy stories ~Royal Jackson~

Brown eyed Soul (3)

I hopped out of the black SUV and looked at the big bold sign on the top of the headquarters.
         "Big....Bang..Productions" I said out loud

I knew that from this very moment that this "meeting" was going to be interesting

I brushed off my pants suit as as I raised my hand letting Gary know that I was good. I slowly walked to the glass door and opened it and was immediately hit by the cold breeze.

"Ms. Jacelene.. o my gosh I'm so glad you're here.. I'm Sarah" the woman at the front desk said as she eagerly hopped over to me with her hand out

"Nice to meet you.. I'm here for—"

"Ah..jimmy Caduri, I already know.. he's waiting right in the back for you" she said

She directed her hand for me to follow her and so I did the glowing of the record labels reflected through my ray bans and a slight smile ran across my face.

Sarah constantly kept looking back at me and asking if I was ok and I nodded my head everytime

What the fuck is her problem?

"Here you go.. right in this office and I love your suit by the way" she eagerly said as she walked off

I just stood there with my mouth slightly open trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

" ms. Jacelene" I heard someone call out

I slowly turned around and there stood Caduri. His kinky beard was long and had a few gray hairs in it and he had to be about 7ft I mean he was so damn tall. He got up and immediately I couldn't help but look at his suit.

" custom-tailored?" I asked him. He laughed at my question

"How did you know?" He said with a smirk on his face

"I'm not an idiot sir" I faked smiled at him

I sat down in the chair in front of his desk and slowly took my shades off and slid them in my purse.

"So.. I didn't come up here for nothing" I explained

"I know all.... about you" he expressed as he lit a cigar