I looked at Cassandra in disgust. As I expected, after the police raid of this place, there were still drugs they hadn't found, and she was tempted enough to try them. Glad to see the seed I played bore fruit.
"Hey," I said.
"I've got forty on the table," Cassandra said without opening her eyes.
"I'm not peddling drugs, you fucking junkie," I hissed.
She opened her eyes and saw that it was me. The terror on her face was immediate and satisfying before she fell to the floor gagging. I noticed that she was skin and bones now.
She was skinny before, but now it just looked next level. Had she not eaten anything at all this week? Was she just shooting up? Her skin looks awful as well!
Is it her that smells like a cat?
"This is all your fault, you know," she slurred, her eyes half-closed in her drug-induced haze. "You ruined everything. You got my money cut off, my boyfriends arrested. You made me broke after all the years of work I did."
"Nothing personal just business."
