Chapter 7

Everyone has been in a bad mood since the occurrence last night, notably the boss, who was stunned by the news and the large investment. Worse, after being confirmed by the spy we have there, he revealed that everything was the fault of other members of an organization. They were the ones who made the DEA aware of the situation.

According to the boss, she stated that their last contact with The Black Mafia was a bad one, and he pledged to deal with them as soon as possible.

"Something needs to be done," I exclaimed as I dashed into the boss's office. I knocked and waited until I was told to come in.

I caught a scent of smoke as soon as I stepped in, and when I came to a halt, I saw the boss infuriated. I approached her slowly, she was sitting in a lavender armchair. She holds a cigar to her lips and inhales softly, the smoke whirling in the air as she exhales. Her gaze was drawn to the window; there was a round glass table in front of her, strewn with smokes and