The Dealer
“We’ve decided to go another way,” the prick told him.
“What do you mean?” the Dealer asked, glad they were speaking by phone so the prick couldn’t see the confusion and rage on his face. After all the risks he’d taken, the negotiating he’d done, was this bastard backing out on him?
“We don’t think you can get the deal done. We’ve got other options now. Better options. We’re going to explore those.”
The Dealer exploded. “Why don’t you explore your asshole, you son of a bitch!”
The prick laughed. “No need to get nasty. No one needs to know what’s gone on between us. We’ll keep our mouths shut if you’ll keep yours shut, too.”
We? “Who the hell is we?” the Dealer demanded. Only the two of them were supposed to know about their arrangement. But it was too late. Click. The prick was gone.