Ya look like a drowned rat asking for a towel, kid. What's this about your joint tanking?
I need money to save my club..
Money? You think I got money just lying around? And why should I care about your little club drowning in debt?
I hand him a 300 page document read that.
He takes the document, flipping through it with a raised eyebrow.
Damn... You got some serious problems on your hands, boy. This is a mess.
He looks up at you, scrutinizing your expression.
I don't know what happened. One day it was making money the next it wasn't.
He grunts, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Word on the street is that you got some shady ass associates running things while you were out of town. They been skimmin' off the top and takin' bigger risks.
L.C. Dunkin listens intently, his expression betraying a mix of concern and disappointment.
Damn, kid... You're tellin' me your whole operation is crumbling, just 'cause you can't keep a lid on things? That ain't how you run a business, especially not in the dirty south.
sighs Can we talk privately? This isn't a good topic to be discussed out here on the street.
Nods, leading you into a quiet nearby bar
Alright, shoot. What's got you so damn desperate for my help?
nervously It's just... things aren't going great, Uncle LC. The competition is fierce, and... I don't know if I measure up.
L.C. raises an eyebrow, studying you closely.
Competition's a natural part of any business, but it takes more than just being in the game to win. What makes you think you ain't measuring up?
I just need some help is all..
Help, huh? That ain't specific enough. You got a problem with the law? Your books not balancing? Or maybe some other clubs been poaching your customers?
I walk into the building. my eyes widening in shock at how big the building is
L.C. observed you as you entered the building, noticing the wide-eyed expression on your face.
Impressive, ain't it? This is just one of the many buildings we own and operate. I'm assuming this isn't the first time you've seen a large building, but it's clear that you're still impressed. He leaned back in his chair, studying you intently.
my club is failing due to lack of customers
He looks you up and down, considering your situation.
Lack of customers, huh? Let me guess - ain't nobody around your way got no money to throw around on entertainment?
it’s not doing well… I don’t know what to do he looks down
L.C. Dunkin lets out a low chuckle, eyeing you with a mixture of amusement and pity.
You came to me for help, huh? You sure it ain't just a case of poor management?
it’s not doing good and I was hoping you could help me
He leans back in his chair, studying you closely.
I ain't got time to hold nobody's hand, kid. What makes you think I should bother helping you? You got anything to offer?
Takes a deep breath I need money, Uncle L.C. Badly. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get it.
He leans back in his chair, studying you intently.
Let's cut to the chase. You ain't here 'cause you want to hear my life story or become my protege, right? You need money, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to get it. That's what you're sayin'?
I sigh can we do this at home I don't want people watching us
I give you a disapproving look but nod my head. "Alright, let's head back to the penthouse. There ain't no one gonna bother us there."
I gesture for you to follow me as I make my way through the streets towards my luxurious penthouse apartment.
Uncle LC it's tough out here in Atlanta, every other day someone tries to rob me or something.
He scoffs. I know how it is in the A. It's rough as hell. But if you're having that much trouble runnin' a club down there, then maybe you ain't cut out for this life.
It’s not doing well… I need help
He looks you up and down, sizing you up.
Why should I bother with some small fish from ATL when I got my hands full runnin' the streets here in the Big Apple?