Men, Money & Gold Diggers Page #6

Blue.

Calvin Klein.

Button fly boxer briefs

with the signature logo

on the waistband

and might I say,

a little too tight?

You should really think

about a bigger size

because if you

could breathe a bit,

you might not be walking

around here so uptight.

- I'm just saying.

- You know what?

I don't know whether to fire

you for sexual harassment

or take that as a compliment.

Well, just like you say,

I'm just doing my job, sir.

Oh, wait.

Speaking of big offices,

your brother called

and said he'll

be here in a minute.

Damn, forgot about that.

Why does he need your office?

Uh, to meet with another one

of his freak show clients.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

Who is it this week?

I dunno, he said it's a secret.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, um, wish him luck for me.

Wait a minute, where you going?

You're not just going

to leave me

to deal with

this nonsense by myself.

He's coming, he's coming...

Get up, get up.

- Hey, Damon.

- Hey, how you doing, Dedra?

- What are you talking--

- Come on, it's gotta look like my office.

Hey, hey, man, don't you do nothing

crazy in my new

executive leather chair...

I just got that.

Man, stop playing and get into

character, he's almost here.

- I don't see anybody...

- Where is he?

He's walking up,

you don't see him?

Where?

Look it.

Yeah, I'm here

to see Damon Peterson.

Damon, what the hell you doing?

Damon?

I'm Sway.

- Sway.

- Yeah.

You know, like a boat

rocking back and forth?

I'm so smooth, I sway.

Oh, so I get it.

You're the new artist.

Depends.

Depends on what

ya'll got to offer.

I'm already giving you money.

Come on, playboy.

You're probably

giving Damon some money.

I'm Sway.

- You know, like a boat rocking.

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it.

That's it...

I like her.

So, what ya'll got to

offer a brother?

Uh, I need to consult

with my brother,

but he seemed

to disappear... somewhere.

Hold on, man, I'm on the phone.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we'd love

to do the Usher remix.

Yeah, yeah.

Talk to you soon,

Mr. Face.

Mr. Babyface, that is.

All right, playboy.

What'd I miss?

- Look, Sway, you--

- What?

You know, like sway, right?

No, I'm Damon.

CEO of Just Us Records?

Oh, so now you're Damon.

Of course I'm Damon, bro.

We've been brothers

for about, what, 30 years?

I think the junior partner

thing is starting to mess

with your mind... Man,

what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me...

You the one lost your damn mind.

No, it seems like ya'll got

some crazy dysfunctional

sibling rivalry thing going on.

I'll check back

with ya'll later.

Uh, Damon, Sway, whoever

the hell you are right now.

You cannot be an artist

and run the company.

Come on, bro...

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