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Hearing two knocks at my office door i lean back, "Come in".
Watching closely as the door opens i see one of my workers, Alex, walk into the room before closing the door behind him. He sat in the chair across from my desk while i burned a hole into his face waiting for him to talk.
"Somebody been selling on our streets" Furrowing my eyebrows i sit up fully in my cushioned chair.
"Do you know who it is?" I watch him scratch his head in silence indicating to me that he hasn't found out yet.
"Of course you don't..well how about you go find out."
"We're working on that right now but i want you to know that we lost a few of our sellers out there"
"How?"
"They killed them" I stare blankly at him before sighing.
"They're just corner boys we can find new ones that doesn't really matter to me but you will find whoever it is that's behind this asap." I say, crossing my hands over one another.
"Alright, bet" Alex stands up out of his seat before walking out and closing my door behind him.
Opening my drawer beside me, i look at the bag full of white powder.
I worked so hard to become better and get off this drug that destroyed almost everything. All the stress i am enduring was starting to get to my head and although cocaine basically hindered my life i still remember feeling free when being high off the drug.
Picking up the bag out of the drawer i throw it on to my desk just contemplating.
Did i really wanna take this drug?
I have a son that i have to raise but i just remember the stress free feeling of being high. Weed helps sometimes but i've grown a craving for something much stronger.
Picking the bag up i walk to the bathroom connected to my office and ripped a hole in the plastic. Taking some of the substance on my finger i look deeply at it before connecting my thumb to the particular finger, sprinkling the drug on the floor.
I take the rest of the bag and tip it upside down above the toilet causing all of the drugs to go slipping out into the toilet bowel. Watching the cocaine dissolve in the water, i felt a weight lifted off my shoulders as i flushed the toilet.
A temporary feeling wasn't worth going back down that dark road. The weed would just have to do for now.
I throw the bag in the trash can then walk back into my office hearing my phone ring.
