Max didn"t wanna call Cocoa, but he saw no choice. He was sitting at her desk, feeling frustrated and angry. He looked at Jeremiah, sitting there staring at him.
“You alright, Boss?” asked Jeremiah.
“Mind your own fuckin" business.”
“Sorry, Boss.” Jeremiah was trying to look happy, but Max knew he wasn"t. But f**k him. f**k everybody. Most of all, f**k Cocoa. He looked at Jeremiah again. “Hey Jerry, I need you to go outside for a minute. Have a smoke, why don"t you?”
“I don"t smoke.”
“Then smoke a joint. Isn"t that what you people do?”
Jeremiah glared at him, saying nothing. The look on his face told Max he would have beat the s**t out of him under different circumstances. Max pointed towards the door. “Just go do whatever it is you do. I need to call Cocoa.” Jeremiah smirked, lettin
