Rey, March 10, 2009

Work, work, work. That’s all I seem to do these days. I wish I could just sit back, kick up my feet and relax, but I can’t. Not if I’m going to succeed. I’ll be putting Rose in charge while I’m out of town; she’ll act as Lupa when I’m not around. She’s done the job before. She must have done a decent job, otherwise Niki would have challenged her for the position.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with Lyla’s contacts, entrenching myself with the, reminding them that I speak for Lyla in all things. One guy wasn’t too keen on that. He got a bit mouthy, and made some rather crude comments. He even went so far as to lie and say that he always got a blow job, or more, from Lyla. I think that when I shoved my gun into his crotch and asked if he wanted me to shoot to the let or the right, he realized he shouldn’t mess with me. I reminded them Lyla doesn’t fuck the help, and neither do I. Well, not in those exact words, of course. I may have made an enemy there, but they also should know now that they can’t expect to be able to push me around.

The meeting with the middle man went well, I believe. As expected, I have to prove myself. I’ll be given some “small” stuff to move and dispose of. When I’ve shown I have what it takes, I’ll be able to take on more, and eventually be able to pick and choose rather than take whatever comes my way.

I don’t think I want to deal with stereos, computers and other electronics. There’s a lot of people already doing that. I should specialize, or eventually move out of that line and into other stuff. Perhaps artwork and other valuables. Smaller market of buyers, but with potential for far more money.

Speaking of money, it’s a good thing I’ve got money saved up. Things are going to be a bit tight. I’m not sure how much of a loss I’m going to end up taking on my first couple of deals. I can’t afford to lose a lot, but at the same time, I’m an unknown quantity. Until I establish myself, get a good reputation and status in the community, I’m just going to have to suck it up.

I wish Grey was around. I’m hungry, and for more than just his cooking.

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