A Good Ass Job
An unreleased album becomes a point of interest for two friends.
“I have the master copy of it,” Cedric Roan boasted. But it was a full one from his tone.
“You’re kidding. What did you go to his house and bang on the door? Did you beat up an engineer in the studio?” Austin Kilburn still didn’t believe it.
“This master is probably worth at least ten million dollars. It’s not much but if the project is ever released, I'll share in the profits.”
“That could be hundreds of millions of dollars. Jesus.”
“That’s why I’m banking on having this thing pressed up and used for the streaming services.”
“Holy Jesus.”
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