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Bo was always in control and she never relinquished it. The only time she'd ever let go is when she was on a really good high. When she was flying high she was detached from her physical self and felt invincible. It was an incredible feeling that always had her wanting more and she couldn't wait for the next time that she got to that state. Bo was sitting behind her desk and she was on the phone with a client when she pulled out a little wooden box. "Charlie I've told you if we sell now you'll make a killing and I'll make a killing. We'll both make a fucking killing. So fucking sell."

The man made noises of hesitation in Bo's ear while she scooped a small amount of white powder onto the tiny silver spoon then snorted it as the older man replied, "I know Bo and it is tempting especially considering how the market hasn't been-"

"You're going to fucking sell Charlie." Bo sniffed to clear her nasal passage of any residue powder, "And the reason why you're selling is because your twenty-eight year old wife needs a new pair of tits. You need to maintain your never ending supply of Viagra. And I want a fucking Porsche. So you're going to sell Charlie before the market tanks and we're both fucked."

The man was silent for a moment and Bo for a split second thought she might have pushed too far, but she knew better than to think that. Charlie was a spineless sack of shit and he would do whatever she said because he had no fucking clue about the market. Bo inhaled deeply just as her high hit her and she leaned back in her leather chair as she seductively said, "Charlie..."

She only did that for the clients that were taking too long to make up their minds. She was enjoying the high she was on when Charlie sighed out, "Fine sell Bo."

Bo jumped up from her chair and shouted, "Charlie you fucking asshole. You're making us both millionaires." She sat down and began the process for selling the man's shares in the pharmaceutical company that blew up overnight, "I'm working on it right away then I'll take my twenty percent out before I deposit it right into your account. I'll fax over the paperwork for you to sign. Also I'm looking at some other companies that I think you'll be interested in. We can do lunch tomorrow to talk about."

Charlie softly chuckled and said, "Will I be paying for that lunch Bo or will you."

Bo grinned and remarked, "Well you just made me a millionaire, so I will pay this time." Then she grinned, "On the company's expense of course."

Bo finished filling out the necessary paperwork for the sale of the stock then she completed the transaction, "Alright Charlie. You are all set and the money should be in there by the end of the day."

Charlie thanked her and after they disconnected the call Bo jumped out of her seat and did a little dance before she headed over to the mini fridge to get the bottle of champagne she kept in there for when she closed out a big sale. She walked over to the glass doors for her office and as she opened them she exclaimed, "Guess who got old man Winston to sell five million in stock?" The office erupted with applause and Bo grinned. She loved to gloat when she closed out a big sale. How could she not? She was going to be getting a million and a half of it thanks to her commission and various other fees.

Dyson walked over to her and smiled, "Congratulations killer. How do you plan on celebrating?"

Bo got bit her lip suggestively then quietly commented, "I've got several parties in mind and the first one being a party with you and I. But..."She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him forward then she whispered against his ear, "My supply is low and I need more. I need to get in touch with Rick."

Dyson roughly pulled back and in a low, gruff voice he replied, "Rick's out of town. And you should fucking pace yourself Bo. You'll end up dead on that expensive couch you just bought."

Bo glared at him. She didn't need his stupid lecture and she for damn sure didn't need his guy to supply her. Bo held up her bottle of champagne, "Was going to share this with you, but if you're going to be a dick then no bubbly for you." She eyed the floor and she found the cute red headed intern that the firm just hired. "Instead I will be sharing it with the cute intern."

Dyson's jaw clenched and she knew she struck the right chord to get him to give into what she wanted. And as she started to walk over to the red head's cubicle he barked, "Alright Bo. I know a guy."

Bo stopped walking and she turned to face him with a small smile on her face, "I knew you would see things my way." She gave him the bottle, "Set up a meet and put this on ice. I've got paperwork to fax over to Charlie and a few more deals to close."She straightened his tie and asked, "Need a pick me up?" Dyson shook his head no and she gave his shoulder a pat remarking, "I think you do Dy. You're a little uptight."

"Well if you didn't walk around here thinking the world revolved around you then maybe I would be a little less uptight." Dyson quietly shot back.

Bo began to laugh and she shook her head, "Dyson you're a funny guy. I think that's why they keep you around. Cause we all know you can't close a deal or setup accounts worth shit."

Dyson narrowed his eyes at her. She knew she had hit another sore spot for him. There were two things that she could depend on that would definitely piss Dyson off and that was insulting his pride and provoking his jealousy issues. Through gritted teeth Dyson told her, "That' e-fucking-nough Bo."

Bo stepped closer and got into his face while quietly saying, "It's never enough Dyson. And that's why you keep crawling back like a little bitch. In fact..." Bo let her index finger trail down the front of his black button up shirt then over his belt buckle then down the front of his slacks where she felt the firm bulge in his pants. She raised an eyebrow at him, "As I said Dyson..."She lowered her voice as she seductively whispered, "It's never enough."

Bo turned around and walked back into her office then closed the glass double doors. She knew Dyson was still standing there. She had control of him. Her control over Dyson was a good thing, but at the same time it was pathetic. It was a good thing because he would do almost everything for her. But it was bad because it was boring and never really stood up for himself. But the thing that made Dyson useful was that he had the connections that she needed, so for the moment Bo kept him around. Bo sat down behind her desk and she had another hit from her wooden box then got into her work.

Bo decided to call it day at seven that night. The rest of her day had gone above and beyond productive. She had three clients who sold stock that increased her wallet and she had a few buy some. Then she had a few phone conferences with a couple potential clients. Bo was packing up her briefcase when Dyson walked into her office asking, "We have dinner at eight with Raymond."

Bo gave him a curious look and asked, "Raymond?"

Dyson nodded and sat down in one of visitor's chairs in front of her desk telling her, "He's the Rick replacement that you demanded for."

Bo closed her briefcase, "Is his shit any good?" Dyson shrugged. That didn't answer her question so she insisted, "Is his shit any good Dyson?" Dyson broke eye contact from her. Bo did not have time for his shit right now. She had finished what was left of her supply by mid-afternoon and she was on edge. Bo walked from around the desk then walked over to Dyson and grabbed the front of his shirt then growled, "Is his shit any fucking good moron?"

Dyson pushed Bo away and remarked, "This is why you need to quit this shit Bo. Look at you. You're fucking losing control. How much did you spend last time?"

Bo rolled her eyes and walked away from him. Of course he was going to try to lecture her about something that she had a handle on. Bo walked behind her desk and picked up her briefcase, "Dyson just answer the fucking question. I'm not dropping two grand on fucking cornstarch."

Bo watched as Dyson shook his head in resignation and responded, "It's not cornstarch. He just got a shipment in from Columbia the other day and he said it was high quality shit. We have a problem though." Bo narrowed her eyes at him and he reluctantly said, "I owe him some money."

Bo softly chuckled and shook her head. She shrugged and pointed out, "So pay him? I know you're a shitty broker Dyson, but I think you can pay your coke dealer."

Dyson scratched the back of his head as he grimaced, "I'm in it deep with him Bo and I don't think just paying it off is going to solve everything."

Bo got a deadpan look on her face as she slowly explained, "You owe him money, so giving him the money will get him off your back." She headed out of her office, "Where the hell are we meeting this guy at?"

Dyson got up and followed her saying, "That Thai fusion restaurant that a few streets over."

The left the office and headed for the restaurant. The two of them were at the bar and Bo was checking out the crowd and sipping on her drink. Dyson leaned over to her and remarked, "We've got sometime before Raymond gets here." He brushed the hair away from her neck and just when he leaned in to kiss her neck Bo moved. "I guess not." Bo started to walk away and Dyson asked, "Where are you going Bo?"

Bo glanced over her shoulder at him and remarked, "Looking for something that's a bit more of a challenge."

Bo walked through the crowd and left a glaring Dyson behind her. The bar area of the restaurant was crowded, but she had to get away from Dyson. He was getting on her nerves. Bo caught the profile of a blonde that looked familiar to her. She walked over to the woman and tapped her on the shoulder and when blue eyes were looking into her own she grinned, "I haven't seen you in a long ass time."

The woman rolled her eyes in disbelief, "You ditched me when your new boy toy showed up at the firm and you developed your new habit."

Bo held up her hand and started rubbing her index finger and thumb together and said, "Cry me a river Tam. You stopped calling me."

Bo grinned when Tamsin narrowed her eyes at Bo, "That's because you became an unbearable asshole and you were fucking pretty boy."

Bo rolled her eyes and remarked, "Whatever. What are you doing here?"

Tamsin softly scoffed then said, "I'm on a date Bo."

Bo was even more intrigued. She and Tamsin dated for a while before she got involved with Dyson. And for a moment there she thought Tamsin would come back to her, but clearly she was wrong. Tamsin had been a challenge. Bo slowly smiled, "Really? I'm surprised."

Tamsin rolled her eyes in exasperation and stated, "Bo the world doesn't revolve around you no matter how much you would like it to."

Bo chuckled then quipped, "Maybe one day it will and you'll regret walking out on me."

"Miss me? Is pretty boy not giving you what you need?" Tamsin asked before she added, "Besides access to his many 'friends' that get you coke."

Bo bit her lip and shook her head, "You know what Tamsin I just wanted to say-" Bo saw a woman coming over to them and she stopped talking. She was blonde and she may have looked harmless and a bit like an angel, but Bo could tell from the look in her eyes that she was someone that you didn't want to provoke. But Bo knew right away that she wanted the woman and wanted to see if she lived up to the confidence that she was exuding.

The woman kissed Tamsin's cheek and said, "Sorry baby. There was a long line for the bathroom." She looked at Bo politely smiling, "Who is this?"

Bo didn't wait for Tamsin to introduce her as she stuck out her hand and said, "I'm Bo. Bo Dennis."

The woman shook Bo's hand, but Bo had seen the look in her eyes go from one of curiosity to recognition which weird considering Bo had never met the woman. The woman slowly smiled and stated, "So you're Bo. You're not bad looking for drug addict."

Bo let out a short chuckle then said, "And you're not subtle for a complete stranger."

"But you don't deny that you're a drug addict which is interesting." The woman pointed out and Bo was definitely intrigued by her, but at the same time she found her a bit irritating.

"How much am I going to get charge for this little psychoanalysis?" Bo asked as she smiled at the woman.

Tamisn let out a derisive snort, "Even you wouldn't be able to afford the bill for all the therapy you need."

Bo saw that Dyson was walking over and she smiled at both women then she looked at the brown eyed blonde and remarked, "It was nice meeting you. We'll have to do it again at some point."

Tamsin laughed then when Dyson got closer she commented, "You two run in different circles and Lauren here doesn't deal with your kind."

Bo's eyebrow arched up when she heard the woman's name. Lauren. It was a beautiful name and hearing it caused a slow smirk to appear on Bo's face. Bo grinned at Tamsin and asked, "What do you mean by my kind Tamisin? Stock brokers? People who use drugs recreationally? People who like Italian food? What exactly do you mean?"

Before her and Tamsin could get into a match of belittling each other Dyson walked up to Bo, "Everything okay here?"

Bo rolled her eyes at his display of masculinity. He was an idiot and full of himself. "Dyson shut up before your ego overinflates." She smiled at Lauren, "It was nice to meet you Lauren. Anytime you want to psychoanalyse me here's my card." Bo handed Lauren her business card.

Lauren politely smiled at Bo and remarked, "My brand of psychoanalysis might be a little too much for you."

Bo grinned at the warning and countered with, "If you believe so then please give me a number where I can make my appointment and maybe we can see if I'm up to the challenge."

"Let's go Bo. Our table is ready." Dyson ordered, but Bo wasn't quite ready to leave yet.

She glared at him and said, "In a second." Bo looked back at Lauren. "Well doctor?"

Lauren chuckled and shook her head, "Have a good evening." She looked up at Tamsin, "Can we go babe?"

Tamsin smiled at Bo, "Yeah sure thing Lauren let's go."

Bo had half the mind to punch Tamsin in her face, but all she did was make a fist. She needed a hit and Tamisn being vindictive was irritating her, so the probability of her hitting Tamsin was very high at the moment. Dyson pulled on her arm and glowered, "Let's go Bo."

Bo went along with him, but she looked one more time at Lauren. When they were far enough away from Lauren and Tamsin, Bo jerked her arm away from Dyson and remarked, "Kill it with the macho shit Dyson."

Dyson looked at her and snapped, "What the fuck were you doing back there?"

Bo narrowed her eyes at him and told him, "It doesn't fucking matter, but just know it doesn't concern you. Now fucking take me to Raymond."

They found Raymond at a table that was in a more private area of the restaurant. He didn't look as sleazy as Rick did, but he had that drug dealer arrogance about him. It would only take one quick call to the DEA then he'd lose it real quick. Raymond stood up from the table and he smiled at Bo, "You must be Dyson's friend who is looking for a dependable supplier. "

Bo shook his hand and replied, "I am. Rick seems to have a problem with his connections."

Raymond nodded and agreed, "This is true. His supplier is my supplier and unfortunately Rick has run into some financial issues with them." He pointed to Dyson, "Just like your friend here."

Bo sat down at the table and glanced over at Dyson, "Whatever your business with Dyson is it has nothing to do with me. I'm looking to establish my own connection and cut out the middle man. I only dealt with Rick because of his friendship with Dyson, but now he's proven to be unreliable." She looked at Dyson and bluntly stated, "And Dyson and I's friendship has run its course."

Dyson stared her down, but she didn't care about him or his feelings. She was done placating him and she was done dealing with his macho bullshit whenever he felt threatened. He wanted to tie Bo down and she wasn't having it. Especially if he owed money to a coke dealer. If Bo learned one thing about drugs and the inner workings of dealing it was to never owe a drug dealer. Raymond slowly nodded his head with an impressed look on his face. He smiled, "You and I can do business."

Bo didn't want to insult the man but she quickly remarked, "I'm not doing business with you until I get a test of your product."

Raymond got an apprehensive look and asked, "And how do I know you're not some cokehead who's just trying get some free product?"

Bo chuckled and shrugged, "You're right. How much for a bump?"

Raymond got a wide smile on his face and he reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket then pulled out a silver bullet and placed it on the table. "How did you know I had one?"

Bo got cocky look on her face, "You guys are all about the product. And how is someone supposed to believe you have good shit if you don't have any on you?" Bo picked up the silver bullet then snorted a small amount of coked before she shrugged and remarked, "It just seems like good business to have some on you. As a customer I wouldn't drop two grand based on word of mouth."

Raymond eyed her suspiciously for a moment then he began to laugh. While he was catching his breath he pointed at her, "You're a smart kid. If you didn't do the shit I would offer you job in sales."

Bo grinned at him and said, "You never know. Stock market could take a dive and I'll need a job one day." Bo smiled, "So I'll keep my options open."

Raymond laughed and stated, "I like you. Let me ask you a question." Bo nodded as she took a sip of the drink she had, "If you were in my business and someone owed you say five grand and you had given them many opportunities to pay you back what would you do when they still hadn't paid you?"

Bo tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling as the effects of the bump she had taken hit her hard. Raymond's shit was better than the stuff she had gotten from Rick which meant Rick was buying the cornstarch shit. Bo felt as though she had surpassed cloud nine and was hopping on cloud fifteen. Bo brought her head back down and she had a big smile of approval on her face. She gave Raymond a slight nod, "That is amazing." She chuckled then answered Raymond's question, "I'd make an example out of them. Show them I'm not a push over."

Dyson cleared his throat then chuckled uncomfortably, "Bo I think you might be being a little harsh don't you think?"

Raymond held up his hand signalling for him to be quiet, "Quiet. She's onto something. And what example would you come up with?"

Bo was so high that she felt completely detached from the conversation. Bo looked at her hand and moved it around. This was the shit dreams were made of and she wanted more. "How much will two k get me?"

Raymond looked has fingernails then nonchalantly replied, "An ounce and a half."

"I want two." Bo quickly countered before saying, "I'd kill them. They're fucking with my money. My life. My business." Bo shrugged, "If a client of mine is pissing around I cut them loose. My time is my money. And you've given this asshole many chances. They're done in my book."

Bo looked at the contemplative look on Raymond's face. Then he clapped his hands together and said, "Bo because you've helped me through a difficult decision I will give you the two for two k. But this is a gift. Any other time I will charge four for two."

"Can I get that price dropped down if I talk to you about stocks and ways to increase your portfolio?" Bo asked after she took another bump off the bullet. She was falling in love with Raymond's shit.

Raymond chuckled and commented, "Maybe. We'll have to talk. I may need a front at some point. That's unless you can control your habit."

Bo took a deep breath to clear her already floating mind. As she exhaled she assured him, "I understand. And I can control it. When it comes to business I don't fuck around."

Raymond sat up in his seat and grinned, "Good Bo. Do you have-" He waved his hand around. Bo instantly understood and she nodded then he pointed to a guy at another table who came over. The guy bent down and Raymond quietly said something to him then he left. Ray smiled, "A few minutes and we'll be all set. In the meantime shall we eat something?"

Bo was high as a kite and she didn't really care. She's was going to get what she came for. They ate and Bo got her two ounces. As they were wrapping up dinner Bo stood up to go and she nudged Dyson's shoulder and said, "Okay Dy let's get out of here. We have to celebrate my big deal."

Dyson moved to leave but, Raymond grasped his arm and said, "Dyson and I have some unfinished business that we need to attend to. If you would like I can have one of my guys escort you to your car."

Bo looked between Dyson and Raymond. She could feel the tension between the two and Dyson looked pale as though he was about to get his balls chopped off. Bo hesitated a moment and she looked at Raymond and smiled, "No I'm good." She looked at Dyson. He was in trouble. A part of her didn't care and another part of her knew he didn't deserve what was coming to him. But Bo decided it wasn't her problem. Dyson knew what he was playing with and if wanted to be a dumbass about it then that was his problem. Bo picked up the briefcase that contained her order then gave Raymond a slight nod and said, "I'll give you a call if I need anything Raymond."

He gave Bo a pleasant smile, "Pleasure doing business Bo. And maybe I'll be giving you a call about my portfolio."

Bo lightly chuckled then looked at Dyson. In a flat voice she told him, "Dyson I'll see you in the office tomorrow."

Dyson gave her a weak smile and said, "Yeah Bo I'll see you in morning."

Bo gave him one last look before she headed to the front of the restaurant. And while she was waiting for her coat at coat check she looked back into the dining room and Dyson and Raymond were nowhere to be found. The attendant handed Bo her coat then she tipped the girl and said her thanks. Bo hoped maybe Dyson would only get a light ass beating, but Raymond looked like someone you did not want to fuck over. As Bo headed back to the building where the firm was located, so she could get her car, all she thought about was the fun night headed her way and the number of potential playmates that she could call over to help celebrate one of the best days of her life.