North America / New York (Manhattan): January 14th, 1993.
"Hellooooo….are you there berry." I said with a sigh, already sensing the Incoming bullshit of this chapter.
The small 1993 nokia phone was silent for a moment, only the sound of breathing being heard from it to let me know that cranberry juice was still on the line.
"Ah…sorry, I was looking over something, what were you saying." Asked berry with a sigh from the phone.
I sighed while calmly saying as I adjusted the nokia phone sitting on my right leg as I sorted through awards I've won over the 7 years I've been been releasing albums, don't mix it up with the 6 I've been performing live as a child prodigy "What were you looking over."
"I've been looking into the grammy situation recently because honestly I want you to win at least one grammy because by not having won nothing despite how long you've been in the industry is making you look picky and biased, I'm doing this for your own good." Said berry with a worried tone from the phone.
I was silent for a moment and took a deep breath to calm myself down, exhaling deeply with my eyes closed and said intentionally in a very bratty light voice that sounded like it was rehashing ABC's "Don't forget who made you a billionaire blue berry, I can just as easily leave your label."
"S…sorry…I…d…didn't mean to make it sound insulting or anything but there are even newer artists with more grammys than you who has nothing to your name, don't you think it is making you look some type of way to the fans, if you want to expand your audience more, you need to win one of these, it'll help grab you more attention since some people look at what you have achieved musically first and then listen to you second." Said berry stutteringly and worriedly from over the phone, most likely thinking I haven't at all thought about this this which I have but it's better to have a personal audience that isn't just there for your appearance but the actual concert.
"My grammy problem should be resolved when I perform with mj at his super bowl." I said calmly while winking at the readers like it was obvious, hoping any of you weren't slow in this aspect.
"Fine. Have you seen the oprah winfey show." Asked berry from the phone with sounds of paper shuffling around.
I had a confused look on my face and said "No…Why."
"Well apparently she's interviewing a fbi agent that's been working on the texas lavish killer case and you, brad pitt, mariah carey are the suspects for the case, I advise you to lay low after the super bowl and sue him." Said berry with a tired sigh from the phone.
"Texas lavish killer" I thought with surprise, a bell going off in my head as I locked eyes with a couple of the readers.
"Are you still there." Asked berry confusedly from the phone, my silence being ever so suspicious as my entire childhood.
I sighed and asked with my eyes closed to not rage and end up breaking a trophy "Who's the witness."
"Jamie foxx." Said berry calmly from the phone.
My bloodshot eyes shot open Immediately as my face twitched a little and asked again "Who."
"Jamie foxx, he claims you and him have history." Said berry calmly from the phone, the papers sounding again in the background.
I sighed again and said while adjusting my throat "Anyways did you find out anything about who alfred samwell is."
The phone was silent for a moment.
Berry sighed and said from the phone "Unfortunately yes but I sugg…"
"Who is he." I asked calmly and a little to patiently.
"H…he's a billionaire chairman of a trading company named samwell enterprise." Said berry stutteringly from the phone.
"Ok. Thank you, I'll leave you to it but before that I need you to look into warner bros and possibly sue them because they are using my appearance for a hero named vixen, I don't care how ruthless you have to be but I want complete ownership of her since it'll help me break into acting and producing in the long run." I said with a sigh while hanging up the phone and sitting it on the floor beside me, I looked at fantasynovals the 4th top fan and winked.
(Berry's POV)
Berry had a stunned look on his face while staring at the office phone on his desk, only for it to suddenly turn ugly and say loudly with rage "THEY ARE USING WHAT NOW FOR PROFIT."
*BANG*
Berry slammed his fist on the table and said with scary eyes "Damn Warner bros, I'll show you who's can use what."
(Crystalline's POV)
"Texas lavish killer. What a ugly name they gave me." I said with a massive disgusted look on my face while making all the awards on the floor disappear into my storage, along with all the inheritance money I got moved here from the hospital. I apologize for forgetting to mention this three days ago but yall will be ok.
I got up from the floor while adjusting my robe and saying "Status."
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Crystalline Alina Knowles]
[Celebrity Rank: C+]
[Titles: [Mother of Neo-Soul], [Lavish Killer], [Crystal], [Chairwoman of Crystal Enterprise]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 25]
[Health: Steatopygia]
[Perks: [Strong Physique], [Perfect Pitch]
[Skills: [Jhud's Template [80%] [Karate: Master], [Intrigue: Master], [Marksmanship: Master], [Dancing: Intermediate], [Sex: Intermediate], [Management: Grandmaster]
[Storage: [Dairy], [Money: 1,552,891,918], [Needle], [BMA: 10], [MMA: 4], [BA: 7], [PCA: 66], [NLA: 6], [AMA: 18], [STMA: 10]
"WHAT THE HELL, THAT BITCH HAD THAT MUCH DIRTY MONEY." I said loudly in shock as I stared at my money in my storage on the system screen, the bitch had 955,932,589 underneath the hospital.
I sighed and took a deep breath to calm down before my edges start curling up from stress.
I exhaled and made my way over to the mirror and looked myself up and down while thinking "Da…"
[DING!]
[Conndition: Become a billionaire]
[Calculating….]
[Calculating….]
[Calculating….]
[Calculating….]
[Calculating….]
[DING!]
[Condition become a billionaire has been met]
[DING!]
[You have obtained perk: Money Queen]
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THE END…