Chapter 19 - 15: Sex with the Boss on the Phone
"I don’t know you, what do you want to do?"
I reached out and pinched Mamon’s chin, smoking a cigarette, my gaze cold.
"I don’t want to do anything, you lied to me, gave me fake goods. Now all I have is anger, what do you think I should do?"
Duke pressed the gun barrel against Mamon’s forehead.
"Hey, hey, we can talk." Faced with the threat of death, Mamon shouted.
"OK!" I sat in their chair, took a sip of beer. "What do you want to talk about?"
"WHAT?" Mamon didn’t know what I was going to do.
"Looks like you haven’t realized your mistake, or rather, you don’t accept the mercy I gave you, right?"
"Sorry, I don’t know where I angered you."
"You sold Amir a batch of fake goods, while what I want is smuggled goods, duty-free, genuine."
"I made a mistake. I’m very sorry."