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to pay Freeze. They would hang out, have some drinks maybe, but not much else.
    Travis entered Cuisine along with Jackie and Ronnie. Usually he went there alone, since he knew that Freeze didn’t like the way Ronnie carried it, and was frustrated by Jackie, who didn’t have any interest in giving him any pussy. This time, however, he wanted to get it over with. Besides, Freeze needed to be made aware of the issues they had encountered just in case it became a problem.
    “Can I help you?” the hostess asked.
    “I’m here to see Freeze,” Travis said and smiled at her. She picked up three menus and they followed her.
    “I’ll let Freeze know you’re here,” she said as she led them to a table.
    “Wait a second. Don’t be in such a rush. Don’t you remember me? Travis? We talked about a month ago,” he said as she seated them. “Your name is Diane, right?”
    “That’s right, it is. And I do remember you,” Diane replied and cut her eyes.
    “So, what’s up?”
    “Nothing,” Diane said coldly as she walked away.
    “Damn, it’s like that?” Travis asked, but Diane simply kept going without a word.
    “She just cold dissed you, Tee,” Jackie said.
    “Whatever, Jackie. I’ve been dissed by finer women than her and in better places than this. She’s not the first woman to dis me, and she damn sure won’t be the last,” Travis said as the waitress arrived.
    “Can I get you something from the bar?”
    “Hennessey straight up all around,” Ronnie ordered. She disappeared to get their drinks. “So, this is the house that Mike Black built? It really is a nice spot, Travis. Nothing like what I thought it would be.”
    “Yeah, but it’s changed a lot since Black’s been gone.”
    The changes in clientele and atmosphere brought with them a significant decline the club’s revenue. This fact did not go unnoticed by Wanda Moore, the organization’s lawyer and business manager. She handled the money, making smart investments, and made the members of the organization a ton of money over the years.
    Wanda entered Cuisine and looked around at the half-empty club. She shook her head and went off in search of Freeze. As Wanda walked by, she stopped and looked in Travis’s direction. Travis waved to her, but Wanda just rolled her eyes and continued her search.
    “Who is that fine ass muthafucka there, Travis?” Ronnie asked.
    “If you fuck up on a job again, you’ll be spending a lot of time with her,” Travis advised.
    “What you talkin’ about?”
    “That’s Wanda Moore.” Ronnie and Jackie both looked at Travis with questioning eyes. “She our lawyer.”
    “Oh,” they both said as they watched Wanda walk away.
    Wanda made her way around the club and found Freeze seated at a table in the back. She should have known where to find him. Freeze always sat in the back of anyplace he went, and always with a clear view every door. That way he could see who was coming in and would have time to respond if it became necessary to do so.
    “Yo, what’s up, Wanda? Have a seat.”
    “Stand up, Freeze,” Wanda commanded. Freeze took a deep breath and complied with her request. “Look around this place. Do you see anything wrong with this picture?”
    “It’s a little empty. But it’ll pick up later in the evening.”
    “I’ve been looking at the numbers for the last few months. Revenue has been steadily going down since you took over.”
    “It has?” Freeze asked. “I hadn’t noticed that.”
    “Well, you need to start payin’ attention to what’s goin’ on in here,” Wanda demanded.
    “All right, Wanda. I got it. But like I said, it picks up later in the evening.”
    “What do you mean later in the evening?”
    “I mean later. You know, a time that comes after now.”
    “I don’t think you’re understanding me, Freeze. This is a supper club, not some after hours spot. There are supposed to be people in here having dinner. And what are all these thugs doin’ up in