SHOP ‘TIL YOU DROP
Is this enough?" asked Pablo. He walked out of his office with four thick wads of cash and slapped them into the palm of my hands. My wrists gave in ever so slightly under the weight of a couple hundred banknotes, and my heart dropped into my stomach. "How much is there?" I breathed, as my eyes vacillated between Pablo and the piles of money he had so casually placed in my hands. His face twitched and his eyebrows wiggled as he mentally calculated the exchange rate. "Five thousand dollars," he shrugged. "More or less." I had never even seen that much money, let alone touched it. I still remembered how my heart had pounded in my chest the first time I had counted the cash in the restaurant's register at the end of my shift, and that only amounted to eight hundred and fifty-something do
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