MAKE ME MOAN, BOSS
I quiz.
She breathes in and out, urging a bogus calmness. “You do not have a choice here. Get rid of that damn thing, and we will all have peace. Otherwise you will be breathing as per my orders wherever you go! You know I have the power and the influence to do anything I want.”
I see. The voice of money and power, huh? How about the voice of right and justice, huh? “I can sue you and your entire family for this, you know?” I speak, feeling worn out of these endless, irksome conversations.