He groans as he gets into the back of your limo. He's just closed out another business deal for you. Who knew selling drugs disguised as makeup would be so hard. He looks at you drinking champagne right next to him.

"The client said he would buy, but he wants a sample product first. I tried to assure him that there's no need for a sample and that he can trust us. He didn't budge."

He knows you don't like people not budging and he sees your grip your glass harder. He winces. He doesn't like it when you get antsy.

"I could try again, or maybe we can just give him a sample of like a highlighter or something?"

He swallows the lump in his throat waiting for a response.