DOPAMINE HITS

“What do you mean I can’t get a meeting with him?” Lima’s voice was sharp, almost a snarl, as she hurled her glass at the mirror. The glass shattered on impact, fragments scattering across the floor like the pieces of her temper. She hadn’t lost control like this in a long time, but the Don was pushing her to the edge.

Rupert stood beside her, tense but silent, carefully measuring his next move. He knew better than to speak when Lima was like this, aware that anything he said could set her off even more.

“Try harder or I’ll show up with men and guns blazing”, she said and ended the call.

Sighing, she ran her hands through her curly hair. “Get me another glass of wine, Rupert. And send in a maid to clean this mess up”, she said, referring to the broken glass and mirror.

“Yes, mistress”, he said and stepped out.

Lima caught a glimpse of herself in the shattered fragments of the mirror. The jagged edges reflected a distorted image, but the woman staring back at her was unmist