DROP THIRTY-SEVEN
“You are thinking with your d**k. Again,” Patty yelled at him, her hands up in the air.
Hector leaned back on his chair. The shop was quiet and he had paperwork to finish. The street outside was smoggy, the night making it look even dirtier. The steady rumble of traffic from Syggrou avenue further down worked like white noise to the senses.
“I’m not, she-”
“She admitted to manipulating owners. And manipulating you as well, right to your face. But nooo, she’s a good w***e, not a bad one. Let’s believe whatever she says,” she mocked.
“Pickle, I have survived in this world before I met you, you know.”
“No, you’re a softie and a pushover,” she said, pushing his chair.
Hector started to complain, even get a bit angry at her.
She dialled it down, but kept pushing. “You
