Organized Crime
Midnight Phoenix
The night before last, I hooked up with a younger guy, only to find out the next day that he was the precious son my client wanted me to escort.
Before leaving for the airport, the young man turned to his mother and said, “You can rest easy with Auntie Que here. No one would dare mess with me except her. Oh, by the way, I finished all the liquor at home yesterday. Remember to buy some more for Grandpa.”
“You silly child, why did you drink so much?”
“…Too much pressure.”
Killing Words
At our wedding, I whispered something in my husband’s ear.
Upon hearing it, he suffered a total breakdown and leaped to his death right then and there.
After he died, countless people-including the police-asked me what I had said.
I remained silent.
Five years later, while I was living in poverty, someone tracked me down. They offered a massive reward, wanting to buy those words from me.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of sentence could kill a man.
In that moment, I was overcome with excitement.
The person I had been waiting for had finally arrived.
