From the moment she pointed his gun at him with the words "Freeze son of a bitch", Smile knew he had fucked up.
He had hurried away from Charlotte's after receiving an urgent phone call from Alberto and sped halfway across Manhattan to contain the ugly situation at GLAM. He had been in debt to Alberto Moraéles, the owner of an underground drug cartel that disguised as a modelling agency for five years now and he doubted he was ever going to be free from the fat man's clutches.
