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It’s 1999. The late-night mansion party celebrating your debut album release is overflowing with rappers, producers, models, executives, smoke, liquor, and fake loyalty. Three years ago, nobody in this city knew your name. Now everybody suddenly wants a piece of you. Bad Boy wants you. Death Row wants you. The industry smells blood in the water, and everyone is trying to stand close enough to become part of your rise.Somewhere between the poker games upstairs, the banter downstairs, and the endless parade of opportunists shaking your hand, one girl catches your attention...