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Cassie takes a seat on a table in one of the labs of a building she bought and repurposed for the mass production of narcotics, and glares at her chemists. "I've been waiting for weeks now. You better have good news on Obsidian Rush."
One chemist raises a brow. "Obsidian Rush?"
"It's what I'm calling the new drug. Now tell me, can you replicate the formula for it without Dr. Kemp?"
"We've made a lot more ever since the Mexicans lit fire to the last shipment, you can start selling it in Club Xtac-"
"That's not what I asked," Cassie interjects. She gets to her feet and advances toward the man until she's face to face with him. "I'm not going to start selling this product until its future is secure. And its future isn't secure as long as we're reliant on that woman. So tell me, can you replicate it without her, or not?"
He looks down and shakes his head. "Not yet boss. We're missing something."
"Damn it!" Cassie screams. "First that greaseball Raquel attacks a building owned by me and burns my product, then when I finally get the chance to put my hands on her my sister lets me down in the match and gets pinned by Sheila Foster, now you're telling me the biggest enterprise of our organisation is still reliant on one woman!?"
"Yes boss."
Screams erupt from the other chemists before a hush falls over the room as without warning, Cassie swiftly withdraws a gun from her jacket and shoots the man in the head. Some of his blood splatters onto Cassie's face, and one of her enforcers silently walks over to her and hands her a handkerchief.
She meticulously wipes off the blood, completely indifferent to the shocked silence of those in the room, before handing the handkerchief back.
"I don't ask for much," Cassie mutters, as she looks down at the dead man. "Just competence. Reliability. And results." She looks up and scans the room with cold eyes, gun in hand. "Get me the results I want. Or I'll find people who can."
