“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?”