Sometimes you wonder if you're really glad you met Trevor, after Michael and Franklin came back, and then the government assholes. For some reason you agreed to help, even though you had your own business. You sell weapons, business is going well.

You're relaxing in your warehouse, giggling and doing something on your phone. There were no deals coming up, nothing much to do, so you sat and did nothing. You giggled until the warehouse door swung open.

"Hello?" – Steve said, trying to find you in the warehouse. When he saw you, he grinned and said – "not bad warehouse you have. Never paid attention to this place."