“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me!” Veronica screamed into her cell phone. She couldn’t believe this. She refused to believe this blundering i***t.
“Calm down, nah man,” came the reply from the other end.
He didn’t even have the decency to sound sorry. He wanted her to calm down? Oh, she’d show him just how f*****g un-calm she could be.
“Calm down?! Calm down?! One simple job. One f*****g job I paid you to do, and you couldn’t even manage that, you useless piece of s**t. I thought you were some kind of professional!”
“Look, lady, you ain’t got to be so abusive. Me is a professional. Besides, it’s not me fault.”
“Oh really? Whose fault is it then? Huh? All that bloody money, wasted on you!”
“I ain’t gon’ say it again. I ain’t gon’ tell you to calm de f**k down again. Skull-head don
