RYDER
It's been three days, and Liora is still not talking to me. I’ve been to her house over a dozen times, but never got to see her.
Sometimes, I think she’s inside and is just deliberately letting me ring the doorbell without answering.
Standing by the window, I puffed out smoke from the cigarette through my nose, whilst staring at Logan as he closed a deal with the Moroccans.
We’re yet to find the missing truck, but if we’re able to pull this deal off successfully, then we can cover repayments, though it’ll look bad on our part.
“Sure,” Logan said, his smile growing, “the clearance papers are here with us. Once we receive payment, it will be faxed to you.”
Chucking the cigarette stick to the ashtray, I walked over to my seat behind the desk and sat down.
Disconnecting the call,
