“L-Look chica….”

“You call me chica again and you’re fuckin’ dead; you piece of trash… start walking…” She said. He nodded nervously and the three walked in. The door creaked loudly and we saw the inside of the warehouse.

There were other guys around and they stood up when they saw us; they didn’t do anything though instead they just watched us as we got closer to this Garcia guy.

On our way in the warehouse; we saw the stacks of cocaine. We saw the packed dried weed stocked messily around the area. We walked up a metal stairs and into a medium sized office. There were four other guys in there; they immediately got up and pulled out their guns; pointing at us two; we got their guys as our shield.

The guy was average sized; muscles everywhere with dark hair and eyes. His head want closed to the desk in front of him and heard the long sniff. He was doing a line.

He looked up at us; still calmed. He wiped his nose and motioned with his hand; his guys lowered their guns. “What the fuck is all this…” He said.

“Mr. Garcia… My name is Jenny Shecter and I work for Ms. McCutcheon here… we would like to discuss a… if you say; a business venture…” Jenny said; one hand holding on to the guy and one hand holding a gun and pointed roughly at the guy’s back.

“McCutcheon…” He said; he knows the name. “From New York??” He asked.

“Yes… New York….” Jenny said.

“What are you guys doing here in LA…” He asked.

“Well; that’s what we like to talk about…” Jenny said.

“Alright… put your guns down…” He said to us. Me and jenny didn’t move until the guys got away from us first. “You three; get the fuck outta here…” He said annoyed with his three men.

“Sit down…” He said aggressively. This piece of fuck has no respect for who I am. We both tucked our guns to its places and sat at the stained and old chairs in front of us. He looked at us with curious eyes. His four other men stands close to him; hands ready on their guns.