Chapitre 811: Meeting III - Yeah, about that...

I thought Sal saying that would prompt a reaction from everyone else present but it was just akin to telling your roommates if they wanted regular-ass food. It took a lot to maintain a stoic expression—even Kaley, but the first one to crack was Mr. Alvarez.

"Shit… Fine. I'll take 50—wait, you said pounds, right? Do you have them in kilos?"

Sal rolled her eyes, "Do you want me to repack them for you?"

"It would be nice to—"

"I was being fucking sarcastic. They came in pounds when I started, they'll still come in fucking pounds when nearing its end. I'm not fucking changing anything."

"Jesus fucking christ, you don't have to be so hostile about it. I changed my mind, I'll just have 20."

"Twenty?! You said fifty!"

"I said I changed my mind. We can't have too much at one time. Weed's been pretty much holding my guys together but that shit's dangerous if you have them regularly."

"Fine. How about you?" Sal sighed softly before turning to Mr. Cuervo.