“Despite the fact that you’ve barged into a smoothly running operation and thrown it entirely off its rails, Victor wants to continue with your list. I suggested we step back from it and deal with more pertinent matters, but apparently your cunt is made of glitter and rainbows.” I smirk at him, taking another drag on the joint. “Curious about it?” I quip, raising an eyebrow, but Oscar just smiles at me like a shark who’s scented blood. “Not particularly. I’d rather eat razor blades.
