Amber Don’t Run This! 😳 Anthony Shuts Wayne Down Over Theater Secrets 😡 Scroll Down for Wayne Reaction 👇

 Amber Don’t Run This! 😳 Anthony Shuts Wayne Down Over Theater Secrets 😡

[Scene opens outside the theater. Anthony walks up on Wayne, his face tight with frustration.]

Anthony:
Wayne… man, we need to talk.

Wayne:
What’s up, Ant? You looking serious. Everything good?

Anthony (shaking his head):
Nah, it ain’t good. I just gotta ask you something straight up. Why you telling Amber about us selling the theater?

Wayne (caught off guard):
Wait… what? That? Bro, I ain’t think it was a big deal. I was just talking.

Anthony (voice rising):
Not a big deal?! Man, that’s our business. Mine, yours, and Rolanda’s. Not Amber’s.

Wayne:
Look, Ant, my bad. I thought since she’s your wife, she already knew. I wasn’t spilling secrets, bro, I was giving you props—like, “Anthony moving big plays.”

Anthony (snaps, stepping closer):
Wayne… Amber don’t run this! She don’t make the calls, she don’t sign the checks, she don’t sit in on these deals. She’s taken care of, that’s all she needs to know.

Wayne (hands up, defensive):
Alright, alright. Chill. I hear you. I ain’t trying to disrespect, fam.

Anthony:
Nah, but you did. You don’t get it, man. I keep my business tight. When it comes to money, deals, investments—I don’t let nobody outside in. Not even her.

Wayne (nodding slowly):
Okay, okay. I see where I messed up. Thought it was harmless, but I get now—it wasn’t.

Anthony (calming slightly but still stern):
Wayne, me and you already been through enough. We fought, we disagreed, but we made it past all that ‘cause we kept business clean. Don’t let little slip-ups mess that up now.

Wayne:
You right. You right. This is high frequency, man. We blessed to even be working together after everything. I ain’t gon’ cross that line again.

Anthony (pointing at him):
Good. ‘Cause one thing I don’t play about is my family… and my money.

Wayne (half-smiling, trying to ease tension):
Man, you sound like a mafia boss right now. “My family… my money.”

Anthony (cracks a small grin but still firm):
Whatever you wanna call it, just respect it. I provide. Bills paid, roof over her head, she happy. That’s enough. She don’t need the blueprint.

Wayne:
Bet. Lesson learned. No more running my mouth.

Anthony (nodding, satisfied):
Good. Just remember, Wayne—Amber don’t run this. We do.

[They share a tense silence before Wayne smirks and shrugs, trying to lighten the mood.]

Wayne:
So… we still selling that theater or nah?

Anthony (smirking back):
We’ll talk… when Amber ain’t around.

[Scene fades out with both men chuckling lightly, but the tension still lingering in the air.]