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A glorified drugs dealer. That's what she would become. That's what Grey already was. Her job wasn't to sell the drugs to people. Hell, it wasn't even her job to smuggle the drugs. The only thing Grey would do, was manage the whole thing. The way Grey talked about it, it seemed like the easiest thing in the world. When Alex started to talk about the ethical problems she might have regarding the fact that they had it sold to whomever wanted to buy it, Grey said that she shouldn't think about that.

"That sort of thinking gets you crazy within a month." Grey told her.

Alex frowned "So, you just ignore the fact that people die because you helped smuggle in the drugs?" Alex whispered that last words.

"People die. Every 3 seconds someone dies of hunger. There's no other option for them, because their governments spend the money they get from charities to buy themselves a jacuzzi instead of feeding their people." Grey said with a straight face. "The people we sell this stuff to, have a choice. They choose to use the stuff. We didn't put that needle in their arms and we sure as hell didn't push the stuff through their noses. The moment it gets sold, it's not our problem anymore."

Alex thought about her point of view in the matter. Her idea of their part in the business was very simple: As long as we don't sell it directly, we're not responsible. Grey was extremely good at gray thinking. Her ideas about what's good or bad or who's responsible were somewhat different from the regular.

They would get their orders from Fahri, or other high placed people in the business. They would tell them where they wanted the drugs or drug money to go and when they wanted to have it. It was their job to get it there safe and sound. And quietly.

"I have no fucking clue why Fahri would want specifically me doing this job." Alex said while shaking her head. "I'm always sweating like a pig when I accidentally take medicines through customs. Imagine what just dealing with a shitload of.. other stuff would do to me."

"Fahri didn't want you to do this specifically." Grey told her. "He just saw a sad and vulnerable girl and wanted to take advantage of that. I told him you would be a great asset to our business and that it would be a real shame to waste you as a drug mule."

Drug mules were the people who did the actual dirty work. They would be recruited by Grey, who promised them a life full of money and adventure. Grey knew exactly which girls to chose. She had an eye for sorting them out. That's why she was the best there is.

"Tonight I will show you how it's done. I will also show you why I think you could be really fricking good at this." Grey told her with a reassuring smile.

Grey wrote the name of a nightclub and the address on a piece of paper and then handed it to Alex. She stood up. "Meet me there at midnight. I have some errands I need to run." She gave Alex a dazzling smile and then she left.

Alex sat at the coffee place for quite a while after she left. Three cups of coffee and free cookies later she finally had her mind in order. So, the night she'd met her father Fahri had wanted to recruit her just because she was fragile at that moment. He probably thought she would be of some use in the business and had sent Grey to the bar to figure out what kind of potential she had. Grey then told Fahri that she thought Alex had potential as a recruiter. That was the only reason why Alex didn't have to start at the bottom of the food chain. Grey's opinion seemed to matter quite a bit as she single-handedly got Alex promoted before she had even started.

Before leaving the coffee shop, Alex gave an extra tip to the girl behind the counter.

"The cookies were delicious." she said with a grin.

"Here's your receipt." the girl said with a twinkle in her eyes and the biggest smile she had.

Alex looked at the receipt and chuckled. A phone number was written on the back. Beneath the phone number the girl had written: Call me? Xoxo Jenny. It was written in big curly letters. She threw the piece of paper away on the way out. She was never going to call Jenny. Best not get her hopes up, right?

She walked the streets of Brooklyn until her feet hurt. She realized that she had really needed the fresh air. Everything that happened in the last 24 hours, all the information she had to take in, it was all getting a bit much. Would she always worry like this? Or would she become like Grey and just shut it all off?

She thought about Grey. The girl intrigued her more than anything. 20 years old and a leading role in an international drug cartel. With the way she talked and the way she smiled, Alex wasn't even surprised that the girl had worked her way up that fast. She guessed Grey could even make a monkey share his banana with her if she wanted to.

When she looked at her watch it was already 4 in the afternoon. On her way to her apartment she hopped by this little Chinese place for some food. It was pretty early to have dinner, but she wanted to call her mom and take a long nap before meeting Grey in the city. Alex barely ever cooked anything at home. Her apartment consisted of a kitchen, a bedroom, a living room and a dining room all rolled up into one tiny room. So, one day when she felt like cooking something with garlic in it, it smelt like she wanted to fight off vampires for weeks. Needless to say; her apartment didn't ventilate very well.

While eating her noodles, she grabs her phone and starts calling her mom. Just before she hits the call button, she stops. If she called her mom, her mom would be asking how she'd been. Alex really didn't want to talk to her about meeting her father, especially after her mom warned her several times that it would be a waste of her time and energy. And if she told her she was fine, her mom would instantly know something was up. She had always sucked at lying to her mother. Alex could lie to anyone at anytime, except for that woman. So instead of calling her mom, she puts away her phone and continues slurping her noodles.

With a full stomach, she throws herself on her couch. She takes off her glasses and gently puts them on the small table in front of the couch. The couch is almost the most expensive thing in her house. It's something Alex really wanted to invest in for moments like these. Naps are very precious things.

She rubs her eyes and stretches. And after trying hard to find the most comfortable position possible, she closes her eyes.

Green eyes. Every time she closes her eyes she sees those green eyes and those gorgeous fucking lips.

"Well, fuck.."