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2: Problems

Winnie's POV

It had been a week since the G59 deal, but I thought about it every day. Simply because it had weirded me out so much.

I understand how drugs can make someone act, especially after going sober, but it was... A lot. I'd been around cold turkey addicts, but it wasn't as surreal as that.

I simply drowned out this memory with working more than normal.

I was typing an email back to a client a few cities north, before my phone started ringing. I huffed, looking at the caller ID. It read Unknown ID. I frowned deeply before saying 'fuck it.'

"Who is this?" I answered.

There was a pause before a chuckle. It sounded... raspy and almost creepy. "Hey, it's Scott. I jus-"

"How did you get my number?" I was just annoyed now.

"It was in Aristos's phone. Listen, Winnie, I'm sorry, okay? I feel gross about that dumb shit. I'm sorry." I just simply wanted to know how the fuck he was wired to think I could genuinely give two shits about his behavior. He sounded so annoyed, like he didn't even want to be apologizing. This enraged me more. He shouldn't have even fucking called.

"I don't care." I hung up.

What a fucking cretin. I continued back on with my email, ignoring the events that had unfolded.

After a couple minutes, my phone began to ring again. And again, it was Unknown ID. I wanted to just chuck my phone in the fucking dumpster.

I answered again. "Listen, you mushroom top fuck. I don't give a fuck if you're sorry or not. Do me a favor and stop calling me. Remove yourself from my lane or I'll fuck with you, Scott."

The other line was silent for a moment. "Winnie, I am truly sorry for the way I blatantly disrespected you." His voice was more firm than before, like he was speaking with his chest and not his mouth.

"I wasn't in my right mind. I'm still not in my right mind. I know calling you to apologize is stupid, but I want to make up for the way that drugs have made me. I want to make up with everyone I've hurt because of drugs, no matter how small. I hope you understand. I'm sorry for wasting your time." I blinked.

I was truly at a loss for words, but knowing his intention made me feel like an asshole for coming off so strongly. I had every right to, considering the behavior he had previously shown me. "I'm sorry for jumping the gun. Quite literally... I appreciate your intentions." I didn't say it with sincerity, simply because I was still on the fence with the whole situation.

He chuckled. "You're sorry? Please. Don't be. I've embarrassed myself enough." He sounded genuinely ashamed and it made me feel a little sympathy. "But that's all. Have a good night." The line went dead. I sat in disbelief.

Huh...

-

Gavin, my brother, was more my partner than a sibling to me. So being alone at the house without my roommate is always so... unnerving. Simply because it was uncommon. We liked to stick together since we lived with dad until he died. If we continued this business, we have no choice. It was easier that way. All communication between us was flawless because of this method. That's how my dad thought, but we all agreed.

I just hope that the deal he does for the big boys in Greece goes well. Hopefully he can do other sales there as well.

In the meantime, I was going to have Ripley stay over at my house as another means of protection, and to distract my boredom.

While I sat in my home waiting for Ripley to arrive, I got a phone call from an unsaved number. It was the same area code, so I dubbed it safe. "Pooh Bear."