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    ”No, I will not take it up with Nicky. You know why? Because YOU are the General Manager here, Alex!” Tasha shouted, pointing her finger at the woman. ”You need to explain to me how the hell we lost four thousand dollars in the last three months!”

    Alex straightened up, flipping open the folder. She looked over the charts. It was indeed apparent that a chunk of money was not accounted for.

    ”Nicky probably just-”

    ”She’s a fuckin’ junkie, man.” Poussey piped up.

    ”Shut up!” Alex snapped. ”Do not call her that.” Alex rose from her desk.

    ”How do we know that’s not where the money went, Alex?” Tasha said, looking at her intently. ”Four grand. Gone. All because you let your druggie friend take care of our inventory. How could you give her that responsibility Alex? I thought you were smarter than that. Do you know how much money that is?”

    ”Taystee.” Alex sighed. ”I will take care of it.”

    ”You better. I want her gone and if she’s not fired by the end of this week, I’m going to the authorities and turning her in. Do you hear me?” She threatened.

    ”Do not-” Alex slammed her fist onto her desk before taking a deep breath in. ”Don’t, Taystee. Please.” She said calmly. ”Let me talk to her. Let me see if it wasn’t just a mistake.”

    ”Yeah,” Poussey scoffed. ”Cause heroin addicts just lose four grand.”

    ”P, go clean the garage.” Tasha said.

    ”What?” Poussey asked in disbelief.

    ”Go, man. Lemme talk to her in private.”

    ”T, come on we were-”

    ”Go! Please.” Tasha sighed. Poussey scoffed and shook her head.

    ”Feelin’ bad for a fuckin’ junkie.” She said before exiting the office, slamming the door behind her in the process. Tasha sat in the chair across from Alex and looked at her closely.

    ”Alex.” She started. ”I know this girl is your friend.”

    ”She’s my family, Taystee.” Alex interrupted.

    ”She’s a thief. She’s putting this entire place at risk. The amount of money that’s missing could send us over the edge. You know how bad we’re struggling just to keep the lights on in this place. I don’t know how we’re going to pay anybody this month.” She scoffed.

    ”I know that.” Alex said, agitated.

    ”I know you wanna protect her but, I’m serious about what I said. She’s outta here by the end of the week, or she’s gonna be leavin’ here in handcuffs.” Tasha said quietly.

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    1. This is an interesting story…. mixture of romance, trying to make a buisness survive, competitive nature of women, being engaged to someone with life goals which may not match your own, and being in a buisness that deals with the dark side of life. And sprinkle in some illegal drug usage and shady characters. I’m ready to read some more…

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