After dropping off Deborah at her condo, Gary joined his goons at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
As he stepped into the warehouse, he was greeted by the rich, smoky smell of freshly lit cigars curling around his nostrils.
"Hey boss..." The female from earlier, now clad in tight-fitted leather pants and a tank top, sashayed towards him, a sly smile stretching across her lips. "How's our money-making girlfriend?" She drawled, while taking a drag of her cigar and puffing the intoxicating fumes in her lover's face.
"Jealous?" Gary sneered, collecting the cigar from her hand and taking a greedy drag of the smoke–the tip of the cigar burning brightly.
"Why should I be jealous?" The lady scoffed. "She's just a pawn–a disposable cash machine you can dump at any time."
