“Trust me Cynthia, it’s fine.” I said as I flipped my phone closed.
Sure, she could make the money. But could I? I had to repay Phillipe. You don’t repay him and things get real ugly. And after the Sarah incident I wasn’t exactly on his good side…
I pushed the thoughts away and called Phillipe, who answered on the second ring, as always. “What up?”
“She’s in.”
“Who?” He asked, he should get tested for short term memory loss.
“Cynthia! I tell her to meet at the usual place?”
“Yeah that’s cool. Monday. Ha, bring her by after she gets out of school. That’s funny…” He muttered as he hung up.
I shook my head. Having a high schooler in this business. Yeah, hilarious.
I continued down the street until I got to my favorite bar. It was Saturday, so if I had a hangover tomorrow, who cares?
I approached the counter and ordered my usual as I stared into the small crowd. Cynthia couldn’t do this. It’d totally destroy her…but I was going to do it anyway. Sarah had almost dug me a hole too deep to get out of…