2 Chainz sunk into his leather couch. He looked across the living room and into the kitchen, where DJ Khaled was fiddling with beats on his laptop. He looked down at his iPhone, sighed, and hit speed-dial 1.
After a few rings, a woman answered. “Thank you for calling Bentley Motors, how may I help you?”
“Hi,” 2 Chainz said. “I was wondering if there were any updates on the release of the Bentley truck?”
“Ah, Mr. Epps.” 2 Chainz could almost hear the woman rolling her eyes. “At this time, I do not have any information about the possible consumer release of a Bentley Motors truck.”
“Okay,” 2 Chainz said. “Thank you.”
“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Epps.” She hung up.
2 Chainz set his phone down and sighed again.
“No word on the truck, huh?” DJ Khaled said from the kitchen, not looking up from his laptop.
“Not yet,” 2 Chainz said.
“I’d give up for now and just wait on the official press release,” DJ Khaled said. “Money can’t get you access to everything, you know.”
“I know,” 2 Chainz said. His fingers hovered over the speed dial. He wasn’t ready to admit how disturbing that realization truly was.