I was truly astonished. If she could see me in the darkness, she'd probably notice my blank blinking — this lady could pass for a decent TV commercial. Maybe if she wasn't such a drunkard, her life could've been better.
Now she was stuck with a bunch of lowlifes who actually believed they were the shit.
Regardless of what I thought, it was just preconceived and imposed. I didn't know this Black Snow Company, and I was certainly in their debt.
"So… Levi?"
"Oh right. That's our boss. He's the brain, strength, and money bag behind us. He's the real Black Snow." She shifted slightly, the sound of fabric rustling in the dark. "Listen, the boss is very rich, comes from a literal illustrious family — that's what they call them, right?"
"What's his angle then?" I asked. "If he's as rich as you say, shouldn't he be some merchant Duke in some kingdom instead of the leader of a criminal organization… trying to help a lowlife like me escape?"
My tone came out flat. Realistic.
