"Oy Tommy, wasn't expecting you…"
Shit shit shit bloody shit.
White powder was all over the table, a cloud of dust hanging in the air. He tried covering the table with papers, some magazines, but it was a last ditch effort as Tommy walked into the room.
"Shut up."
Tommy pointed a finger at him.
"You've been forging documentation. Let me break this down for you. You've been going back in the books, the ledgers and you've been spending money on coke. That's what's going on here."
What?
"First John, then Michael, told me something was wrong and… look at yourself. Look at this shit." He gestured at the table. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Yeah, I'm still using but I wouldn go back in the books and…"
"Did you go to the bank, get the money? How much have you spent Arthur?"
"I'm not using the family money. I'm not…."
"Why the hell should I believe you. Look at you! I knew I should've.."
"Now hold on hold on. No that's not right. I would.."
"You clean this up. I swear Arthur I'm sending you to a sanatorium. I mean it this time. You're going to get clean. You hear me?"