Shawn was sitting on his plush black leather couch in his living room going over some things on the phone with Dame. He was looking at the 60-inch flat screen that was mounted over the fire place. His legs were rested on the coffee table while he wore a Brooklyn Mint t-shirt, jeans, classic Jordan ones and a cross chain. The mindless television played as he listened to Dame.
"How much they offering?" He asked.
"More then we got now."
Shawn nodded and checked his watch.
"Shit, I gotta go. I'll meet up with you later."
"Cool, tell princess to have a good day."
Shawn hung up and turned off the TV before he went to the bottom of the stairs of his two-floor penthouse.
"Princess, come on!" He yelled.
A few minutes later she came down the stairs with her backpack and coat in hand. Her hair was braided to the back in designs. She wore her uniform with a fresh pair of KD's and a mini cross that looked like her dad's.
"Daddy, I'm hungry." She said wh...