"I have to report this to you." Daniela said she was coming into the dark room where Albert was smoking a cigar. She coughed and puffed as the internal air got into her system. "But I did not realize that you are turning this room into some sort of drug dealer's room. What are you going to be doing next? Some cocaine?" she asked, stopping by the table with her hand over her nose to stop her inhaling any more smoke.
"That is actually a good idea," Albert said, sitting up before taking a puff from his cigar.
"It is not," she said, her hand still on her nose, making her voice sound weird and muffled. "You could go to jail for possession of such drugs," Daniela said, but not because she cared but because her livelihood depended on him. Varian was never going to offer her another job, and s
