He looked over at you, a dangerous glint in his eye as you shied away from his watchful gaze. “And how am I supposed to trust you with 1000 kilos of coke? How am I supposed to know you can actually even sell it?” He questions, looking you up and down.

His right hand man, Kaveh, leans over and pours you two a drink in the VIP corner of Alhaitham’s own club — a good cover for his cartel. Alhaitham sips the tequila and waits for your response.

You knew you could do it and more..