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Sns illuure steps around a file cabinet

“Patton! What the fuck are you doing here?” Marley holds out his ar like this is normal, as he walks to me

“Work starts at 9 am, not 9 pm Where the fuck have you been?”

“Is it nine?” He laughs like it’s all a big joke and pushes pastinto one ofthe same blazer and slacks he had on when I left hi “You won’t believe what happened”

My fists clench and unclench as I follow hi I won’t like”

“Have you heard of Sissy Faith?”

“Yes” My tone is sharp

Celebrity or not, the girl is barely twenty-one, twelve years younger than us I don’t have ti and leans forward, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a blunt He grabs the lighter offpull

“Her body is so tight” His voice is strained, and he grins lifting his chin to let the s the joint to me “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone so… fresh”

“Jesus… You slept with her?” I scowl, taking the joint and holding it a second At least it doesn’t smell like that cheap, skunk shit I wanted a drink, but this will suffice

“Fuck, yeah” He chuckles at soht, she showed up with some roadies or whatever We hit the town and, damn”

His wordsher body, and the heat rises belowpull off the blunt before passing it back I watch as he takes another hit, and my brain starts to relax Dad’s call pisseda little better now that Marley’s in my office, not dead and not too far off track

He offers the s to show up for work tomorrow”

“Suit yourself She gave me the name of her supplier”

“Don’t get caught with it” This guy thinks nothing of getting high, getting in a car, and speeding through The District