#pcisonpctal

❝  you'll  get  your  shipment  when  i  say  you'll  get  it  .  ❞  she  nearly  growls  into  the  phone  ,  annoyance  the  very  taste  buds  on  her  tongue  ,  as  she  soon  discards  the  item  on  the  desk  beside  her  .  she  knows  that  such  a  deal  should  be  handled  with  care  ,  precision  ,  but  she  finds  the  very  sound  of  the  man's  voice  a  vexation  in  the  hollow  of  her  chest  .  the  kind  that  makes  it  nearly  impossible  to  not  want  to  shatter  something  ,  or  shoot  something  .  she  hears  the  footsteps  before  she  sees  her  ,  and  for  a  moment  ,  she  considers  lashing  out  ,  at  whoever  has  come  to  expand  that  annoyance  .  but  the  sight  of  stella  stills  her  ,  eases  the  grip  of  anger  that  has  curled  its  fingers  around  her  .  ❝  hello  ,  mi  amor  .  ❞  she  practically  purrs  ,  as  her  gaze  lifts  to  settle  on  stella  ,  a  soft  smile  now  curled  upon  her  lips  .  ❝  if  you've  come  looking  for  diego  ,  he  isn't  around  .  ❞

"I took two aspirin and I called you this morning, why are you giving me that look?" Diego muttered quietly to Stella as he frowned at the mint garnish on the tray of drinks in front of him. Despite the amount of ill-gained money he had, Diego's opinion of the rich and influential generally wasn't that favorable since opulence usually made him think of corruption and the bright, welcoming faces of the Mayor's staff wasn't helping any with that. "I'm not bleeding through, and I'm not taking anything stronger in a viper pit like this."