At the club

Camille's POV

"So? What do you say?" Toria asked, taking a puff of her cigarette and blowing it in my face. Smoke and fumes filled her small office and while I wasn't against a puff or two, I was sure this much smoke could kill.  

"Should you be taking that?" I mumbled, crossing my legs over the other. "You were hospitalized barely five months ago." 

"What are you? My mother?" My ex boss scoffed, taking another puff of her killer stick.  

She had called that morning asking that I come see her urgently. Apparently she had a new offer for me, considering my old client hadn't requested it from me lately.  

"Have you considered my offer? This new client has pretty deep pockets too. A bit fat and greasy, typical politician but he wanted exotic so I figured you ought to have a bit of latina in your genes right?" 

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