Strictly Business

7

"What we got?" Shannade asked Amandla.

"We have two rich ass French folk asking for 100 thousand pounds of powder for 100 million Euros." Shannade stared at me in shock.

"Wait, how they found out about us, first of all?"

"Friend of a friend of a friend and so on, so forth. Deal or no deal? They're on the way." Amandla said.

"Hell yeah, that's like 120 million in US Dollars." Shannade said.

30 minutes later

They arrived. A young couple, they spoke in their strong French accent.

"I'm sure your manager or friend explained everything. Deal or no deal?" The wife said.

"Deal." Shannade said, shaking their hand. "Give us the address to where you want us to ship it. We have a trusted shipment company."

"So how do we get paid?" I asked.

The husband pulled out a whole suitcase and opened it, showing all the money.

"Keep the suitcase." He chuckled. I smirked and nodded my head.

After discussion and arrangements, they left.

"Tell me, I'm the best manager you've ever had." Amandla said, smoking her weed.

"Niggas, fuck outta here. You the only manager we've ever had. Shannade said, counting money. "Aren't you too young to be smoking?" She said.

"Aren't you too young to be drug dealers?" Amandla snapped back.

"Whatever man, see later" Shannade said. I hugged her and we left.