Can’t Win Me Back

The light in Jameson's eyes dimmed when he learned about it. "Make him wait for me in another lounge."

After settling the other client, Jameson took some time off to join Aidan at the lounge next door.

Right after he opened the door, Aidan, who was drinking alcohol to calm his nerves, shot up and rushed up to him.

Aidan glared at him. "What went wrong? Why did people die from it?" "Mr. Aidan, I'm afraid I have no clue what you're talking about,” Jameson wondered with a calm smile, a stark contrast to Aidan's panic. Although no one else was in the lounge, Aidan made sure to speak in a whisper, "Are there quality issues with the latest delivery you provided for me? I distributed it just twice, and people had been overdosing and dying on it."

Still smiling, Jameson brushed off Aidan's worries. "Drugs are poison. Isn't it normal for addicts to die from overdosing?"

“But I have not seen a man who went crazy and dropped dead after taking it twice!"

"Well, now you have."

get off the hook if something happens to me! You and I are in the same boat. If I go down, I'll make sure to take you

around the mentions of death.” The smile on Jameson's

very

epilepsy!" Gravely concerned, Aidan fretted, "The police

a glass of whiskey. He calmly added, "The man who died was from The Ivory Gang. He was a menace before his death. God knows what he'd taken before he took your drugs. The police won't bat an eye about

could you be so sure?" Still skeptical, Aidan argued, “It's still a death, and it

company business just on pharmaceutical sales.

a heart attack. No matter what he took before his

illness in a human. The dead man might have had epilepsy without knowing it,” Jameson calmly downed the