Page 268 of The Silent Appeal

7:21 a.m. Trina wrote:

Because I’m trying to keep this company going and you don’t give a shit anymore.

7:22 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

I’ve been down for months, you know I’m not slacking.

7:22 a.m. Trina wrote:

Go to the doc?

7:23 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

FFS they don’t know what it is, maybe burnout or something.

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9:22 a.m. Trina wrote:

One of our dancers is selling blow to crew on the Eclipse. She’s undercutting Ricardo. He’s pissed as fuck.

9:23 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

WTF? This is all we need. Which one?

9:24 a.m. Trina wrote:

Tiffany Ramirez. Remember?

9:33 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

Born in Mexico City, family dead or in jail, cleaned houses to pay for dance classes, got a scholarship to Juilliard, just like I did. Is he sure it’s her?

9:33 a.m. Trina wrote:

Yep.

9:34 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

She was so ambitious FFS. Reminded me of me at that age.

9:35 a.m. Trina wrote:

Ricardo says his friend will pay off everything we owe him if she finds her way to the Moonlight Lounge in Christ Church.

9:35 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

They’ll kill her, or worse.

9:36 a.m. Trina wrote:

Don’t be dramatic. That’s not our problem. Our problem is this fucking debt. Ricardo has a plan.

9:36 a.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

Anything but this. Just as soon as I feel better. Don’t do anything till I’m there.

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