The tension between my past and my present was starting to collide. I walked across the hall and pounded on Sasha's door.
"Sasha! Open up!"
The door swung inward almost immediately. She was wrapped in a silk morning gown that was loosely tied at the waist, hanging open just enough to tease the golden tan she'd brought back from Miami.
"Druski? What's the rush?" she asked, leaning against the frame.
"I'm heading to the studio. You coming?"
She looked hesitant, her eyes flicking back toward her unmade bed. "I just got back, Druski. I was thinking of catching up on sleep."
"Don't you want to see the talent you helped me recruit?" I challenged. "The girls are already on-site."
Her eyes lit up instantly. The fatigue vanished, replaced by a sharp, business-like focus. "Oh, right. Since you brought it up... you owe me. We agreed on a cut."
"Fifteen percent for every girl you bring in. I haven't forgotten," I said, offering a smirk. "So, you coming or what?"
