“God you look nasty with that grin plastered on your face." Guzman said, he pulled out some tissues from the box on the table, wiping his hand.
"Enoch just called, he's taking me to see my new home, do you wanna come?" I asked, completely ignoring his statement from before.
"Sure, my boss is on a holiday with his mistress, that his wife and children are unaware about, I say let's go." He threw the tissues in the plate, I pulled out some bills from my purse and got up.
I heard Guzman curse behind me, he had to pick up the marmalade and box of muffins, after getting out of the shop we walked across the road to get to his car, his driver wasn't there, he opened the door of the backseat and slid in the marmalade and muffins. Getting inside the passenger seat I waited for Guzman.
He got in
