He made a show of lighting his cigar before blowing the ‘Kuban’s’
smoke in her face.
“Look Bitch, I don’t want to leave here with you screaming
about your shattered kneecaps. It’s almost too much of a cliché.
Almost.”
She tried to look calm, but couldn’t hide the glance towards
the stuffed toy on her bed.
The Boss grabbed it.
“Heavy…”
He ripped it open, revealing a small gold brick.
“Well that’ll do!” he said, laughing, before walking out.
She waited till they left then immediately began packing. She
had maybe an hour before they found out it was fake…
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