A snifter of brandy sits nearby. He glances at it.

“Mother, if you only knew what I had to do to get here. The sacrifice, just like you taught me. Our legacy is secure.”

He takes the glass, inhales it, sets it back down.

“And now, the most important step.”

Kanye brushes aside a stack of articles with multicolored pen marks on each. He reaches for his cell phone, a burner. There’s one number in the contacts. He calls it.

“Yo, Zuck. Imma need that favor.”