"What the fuck is this?"
My nails dug into a sealed packet of cocaine and ripped the tape, causing bits of the white brick to come back under my acrylics. The crystallised dust glittered under the dull warehouse lights.
"Sugar?" I sliced the plastic open with my nails again. "Seriously?!"
Henri coughed awkwardly behind me when I threw the brick at the person who had handed it to me, hitting him square in the face.
It was like I saw red, wherever I looked. I knew what had happened here, and I was bloody livid.
"Who THE FUCK intercepted our shipment?" I squinted at the men scattered around the open plan of the warehouse, gauging each and every one of their reactions. "Well? SPEAK!"
"Uh I— Miss VanBurren, we received the shipment the way it was sent." The one beside the man who handed me the brick spoke up timidly. "I can't imagine how the sugar could possibly have gotten—"
