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I shoot.
With everything I have.
I was grateful for Tony.
And in this moment, is exactly when I knew I’d made the right decision.
It’s all fun and games in the club tonight. The music is hot, the games downstairs in our “storage room” are on fire. The liquor is pouring. I’m even in a good mood and give a round in the house. That is, until Sketchy Reggie came through my office door demanding I fire my dealer.
“I won’t do that,” I say over stacks of paper.
It’s crazy how you can rebuke corporate work and become a mob boss only to have the same amount of paperwork.
“He’s cheating!” He accuses.
No one accuses my dealer of cheating.
No one accusesmeof cheating.
“Watch yourself,” I warn, flicking the papers off to the side.
“You watchyourself, Bitch!” He slurs.
I roll my eyes. “You’re drunk.” That is the only reason I didn’t shoot him right then and there. I stand up and walk around the desk and place my hand on his bicep. “Get out of here before you do something you’re going to regret…”
He shakes his head. “Give me back my money and then I’ll be on my way.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest. “No refunds…” My eyes are narrowed.
Reggie balls his fist and cocks his arm like he’s somebody.
“We got a problem here?” A man asks from the doorway of my office.
I furrow my brow and look him up and down. He’s holding a beer bottle and staggering drunkenly in my doorway. He’s attractive. Broad shoulders. Tall. Dimples that blare out as he flashes a cocky sort of smile toward Reggie. Brown hair with a little salt thrown in…He’s wearing a button down that accentuates his muscles and chest and his slim fit trousers accentuate…something else…
He’s distinguished and handsome. That much is certain. But there is also a demeanor about him that seems…rugged.
“Nothing’ that concerns you…” Reggie mumbles. “Now get outta here.”
The man kicks my door the rest of the way open with his toe. “Sounds like it concerns me…”
I’m too intrigued to say anything.
“Go back to the club, Asshole. This is a business conversation.”
“Well,” the attractive stranger says. “It kind of looks like a shake down and looks like you were about to punch this beautiful lady in the face…”
Reggie shakes his head. “That’s not what was happening…”
“It’s not?” The guy questions, tilting his head to the side as he walks even closer to Reggie.
“Mind your own fucking business, man,” Reggie growls through gritted teeth. He looks at me. “If you just give me a refund, I’ll be going…”
I shake my head. “I told you. No refunds.”
“You’re going to be sorry…” Reggie whispers so the stranger doesn’t hear.
What’s funny is this guy is just a random patron. He’s scaring him more than I do?
