MIMI

"Come on." I grunt pacing around in the living room. With a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other as my shoulder and the side of my head pressed my phone in place at my ear.

The call like the last three times didn't go through and I was beginning to get frustrated.

I walked over to the table, putting my glass down next to the bottle of wine as topped my phone on the table as well in annoyance.

"How dare this bastard not answer my calls? When I'm his highest paid client." I hissed waiting for the fog of the smoke to calm me...