The boys all looked so downcast, like sad puppies, that it was impossible to be mad at them. Even poor Goose, who was taking today off on account of h...is massive hangover, checked on me. He’d slept through the whole incident, passed out cold.When Brie knocked on my door, I finally lost my temper.“I understand everyone is worried and upset. But I’ve been up all night, my whole face hurts like a bitch, and I’d really like to get some sleep. Can we put a damn note on my door that says, ‘I’m fine,. "You know what, Mira was right. You really are a putz."Myler groaned as Angel shook him roughly. "Talk or else I'll rip your mouth off." We don't know what it's called!" he shouted, anything to stop Angel from shaking his head off. "Taylor dug it up in a cavern deep in the Ashanti Mountains. He had it shipped back here. His entire company is based on what that ugly thing can do." What can it do?" Marcus growled, taking Myler from Angel's hands and holding him up higher. "My wife is a little. It was back in the year 2002, after my arrival from UK after my studies that this incident happened… I was really bored and being in Bangladesh and in one of the most conservative cities… my way killing time was not at all possible… no clubs, bars, strip joints etc… Only thing that I found cheap and available in this country was Ganja… people smoke it and very privately alsoI came to find out that.. there are ladies down here in Sylhet who love to smoke it but they do not have the chance… this. Just to tide us over.”Her husband, naturally, didn’t like the idea but begrudgingly went along with it. “Be careful though.” She knew that so drove an hour away to find a lounge with a better class of customers. She recognized the right place immediately. The swarthy owner explained that all servers got recorded for minimum wage and the standard percentage for tips but any bonuses they got upstairs were off the books. The girls brought in lots of business and he’d like to do “quality control”.