"C-Cocaine." I stuttered.

"You have to go get it, I don’t care if you were a police officer, now you are my slave." She said, her cold gaze fixed on me.

"Why do we have to go give the money to them? Why don’t you send it to their account?" I said, attempting to walk out of the office when her voice stopped me.

"You can’t tell me what to do, I make the rules here," She stated and signaled for Jake to move closer to her. Jake leaned toward her, resting his hand on her desk, and she pushed the briefcase in my direction. I reluctantly grabbed the handle...