Apr 4, 2015
“But what? You don’t trust me anymore? ” Her eyebrows raised as she crossed her arms above her chest. “Jackson… Tell me a freaking coherent reason why won’t you lend me it? I mean, I’ve never failed you. Have I?”
He sighed a cloud of smoke, sitting up in his chair. “If I let you keep slipping past and paying later, word is going to get around. I’m the head of this operation. My guys look up to me. If they see me slacking, they’re going to slack. And I’m not letting my business slack for you, sweetheart.”
She took her bag and took out her wallet, sighing and looking in it for a couple bucks. “I have half and that's all. I won't be paid ‘til next week. Can you please now give it to me? I won't freaking get the word around... Sweetheart.”
