Paris waited in the penthouse foyer she shared with Shane, anticipating Zorah's arrival in the elevator. Their encounter in Russia marked the first time she had seen Zorah since they were both beyond the confines of prison walls. Zorah, a fiery Jewish girl, hailed from a family of considerable wealth—old money. She spent her adolescent years in Israel and later graduated from Harvard University with a law degree. Despite the many privileges afforded to her, Zorah ultimately opted for a life distinct from her upbringing. She was a seasoned criminal, adept at scamming and killing. Her high-profile background allowed her to navigate through loopholes with ease. Operating under the radar, she was smooth. Zorah educated Paris on the intricacies of the drug trade, more than she ever wished to learn. More than Shane would have wanted her to learn. However, since they were stuck together, Paris had no choice but to absorb the knowledge. Jessica stood not far away, her arms folded across her chest, a look of disapproval plastered across her face, tapping her stilettos on the marble floor as they waited.
Paris could feel the looks that were being shot her way, but she ignored them. She had asked Jessica to be there simply because she was the only person she trusted to advise her on whatever it was that Zorah would want. Although she trusted Zorah, she was confused about why she would want to talk to Shane and Shamar about anything.
"And you have no clue what this is about?" Jessica asked again, for confirmation. She sounded just like Shane like she didn't believe her.
"No, she just said she wanted to talk with Shane and Shamar and she wanted to know if I could set it up. So before I asked them I thought I should hear what it's about first." Paris replied
Jessica scoffed "Paris, what do you think it's about? She has the entire Jewish community at her disposal, she has legal businesses, she has money and power the only thing she doesn't have is your husband's product. She has multiple ways to clean money and not enough product coming in. She's looking to expand. It's what I would do. And I'm assuming that's where Shane and Shamar come in." Jessica said
"Even if that is the case. Why would she need them? There are multiple sources I'm sure she has access to." Paris said
Sighing, Jessica shook her head. She didn't want to say too much but she also wanted to make sure Paris knew what she was dealing with.
"Paris, Shane, and Shamar are on a much larger scale than they were a few years ago. Your husband has the purest and most potent drugs on the market. She may have multiple sources, but them two are the main sources. Especially here in America."
Paris turned her attention away from Jessica as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. With her arms extended out to her, Zorah made her way off of the elevator and over to Paris. Her hair was a sleek brunette, complemented by a charming blush pink vintage Chanel skirt and blazer. Z was a certified criminal but from the outside, she could fool anyone. Her valley girl appearance belied her extensive criminal record.
"Hi Paris," Zorah cooed, kissing both of her friends' cheeks
"Hi, Z," Paris said, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Stepping back, Zorah surveyed Jessica from head to toe before approaching her. "Jessica, money certainly suits you well," she remarked.
Wrapping her arms around her in a hug, Jessica smiled and said, "Ditto!" As she slid her hands under Zorah's blazer, she patted her down, searching for anything unusual. Despite her trust in Zorah, she wasn't taking any chances.
"Seriously? Nice to see you too." Zorah said, her arms spread out. She rolled her eyes as Jessica made sure she wasn't wired.
"Phone," Jessica commanded, extending her hand expectantly.
