Drunk In Love

10

Beyoncé's POV
Warehouse
May 1

"The Alabama warehouse got shot up. No one was injured, just stray bullets flying through." Swiss spoke as he entered my office.

He plopped down on the seat across from me and waited for my response.

"As long as nothing got robbed, I'm good." I sighed. "Did you call Juh?"

"Yeah, he's moving all things to the back up warehouse in Alabama." Swiss explained. I nodded my head.

"Any news on HIVE New York?" I asked him.

"Wayne said Lawrence is quiet up there. He's plotting for sure but he's been hushed."

"Perfect. How about the firearms drop? Is Wop up to date with that?" I flipped to my next page of notes.

"They're coming in an hour. They were supplied by the Beijing mob. The best of the best. You can test 'em out when they get here." Swiss advised.

"That's perfect." I stood and so did he. "Let's go to the kitchen."

We left and headed to the kitchen. When we got there, all my cooks were in there working. I looked to the storage room in the corner and there were boxes on boxes of candy.

I had people cooking it fresh and I had it specifically imported. I did this so I could mix it. That wasn't the traditional method but it sped up the selling process.

"Is that batch ready?" I asked one of the chefs. They nodded their head and brought the batch out for me to inspect.

"This is the type A that you instructed us to make, the type B is still in the works." He explained and I nodded my head.

As always, he sectioned of a tiny fraction of it for testing. I quickly washed and dried my hands before dipping my pinky in it.

"Consistency is great. The colour is good." I inspected it on my finger. The odour of the whole batch was similar to the Mexican one.

I licked my pinky and when the bitter taste of it hit my tongue, I grimaced and quickly salivated to get rid of the taste.

Crack was horrible, I don't know how people got addicted. As a dealer, I didn't snort the powder. I had to do taste tests. It was a way of testing the quality without it affecting me.

I only did these quality checks every 6 months, so it wasn't a regular occurrence.

"This is real bitter to my taste. Does that mean I said type B was sweeter?" I asked him, smacking my lips.

"Yes you did, boss."

"Ok." I wiped the residue of the candy off of my finger. "This is perfect."

Once I'd done checking that sector, I went to the other kitchen. This was where I had my little greenhouse. Plants were growing in the back of the kitchen and there were stations of baking and packaging. Similar to my candy kitchen.

"Hey, boss." They all greeted me as I walked in.

"Hey." I responded and I walked around. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing, so I just went to the end of the line.

I picked up a bag and weighed it. It was the perfect bag of weed. It was already opened so I took a whiff of it and was satisfied.

"Here." I handed it to Swiss. "My gift to you."

"Don't get too soft now." He joked and I rolled my eyes.

We left the Ganja studio and straight back to my office. I genuinely had serious thing to sort out. One of them was a will.