Jessica and Zorah arrived first at Shane's penthouse, finding him alone in the dining area, savoring a juicy Wagyu steak crowned with mushrooms. Beside him, a glass of cognac. Future & Metro Boomin playing through the surround sound. They could tell only moments ago he had smoked out, the entire room smelled of Za and the haze was thick. He was no longer in his dinner attire, he had opted for casual comfort in white Nike shorts and socks. No shirt. He looked up briefly as they entered, then returned his attention to the steak.
"Shane, you know Zorah. She mentioned you two had already met in Russia," Jessica said as they joined him at the table.
Ignoring Jessica's introduction, he directly asked, "What do you know?" His eyes left his meal to meet hers. He didn't need to say much of anything else. She already knew what he was referring to.
With a sigh, she had anticipated a continuation of their previous discussion, but not right then at that very moment. "I was in charge of Marsella. That's all I know, she hasn't said anything to me. I've even asked, she won't tell me." Jessica confessed.
"And how did that happen?" He asked.
"She called me, the day you guys left for Bali." She admitted
"And you didn't think that was somethin you needed to tell me about?" He asked
Pausing, Jessica didn't want to say the wrong thing but she wanted to be honest too "With all due respect, why should I have told you, Shane? What would you have said if I did tell you? Would you have stopped me?" She asked.
"No, I wouldn't have stopped you but at least I would've known." He replied with a shrug "So, like I asked you earlier.. you takin orders from her now?"
"I take orders from you, but like I asked you earlier, would you have wanted me to tell her no?" She asked
"No, if she asks you to do anything tell her yes. I don't give a fuck if she asks you to take me out, tell her ass yes. But at least come tell me." He said
Smirking, Jessica rested her arms on the table "But do you want me to do it is the question?"
Shane gazed at his drink and smiled. "If she ever wants me dead, go ahead and take your best shot," he said. Jessica returned the smile, unsurprised by his response."But don't do shit else behind my back." He said
Jessica nodded. "Understood," she acknowledged.
He then turned his attention to Zorah and asked, "And why is she here?"
Zorah smirked, he spoke about her as though she were not within earshot. Such disrespect would not have been tolerated from anyone else. Yet, Shane Carter lived up to his reputation. He was the epitome of handsome—tall, with dark brown eyes, exuding a distinctly masculine aura. The rumors she'd heard? All confirmed. His demeanor commanded respect. He was both charismatic and charming, yet an air of danger lingered around him.
"She's interested in your products," Jessica replied.
"Is that right?" He asked
"Yes," Zorah finally spoke up, confidence lacing her tone. "I know what I'm doing, and I can assure you, it will make us both richer," she boasted.
But Shane already knew that, after meeting her in Russia he made sure he got to know her. And he learned a lot.
"Can you vouch for her?" he asked, turning his attention to Jessica.
Glaring at Zorah, she inhaled deeply and nodded. "I can," she replied. Hoping she wouldn't regret it.
Nodding, Shane stood up from his chair. Pushing it in he looked down between them both. "Stick around, we gone finish this conversation later." He said as he walked across the living area and out to the balcony where a punching bag stood.
