29. They'll need firepower

Damien flung the quarterly reports across the room and lit up a cigarette. His bodyguard Akiko raised an eyebrow but didn't flinch. She's used to her boss's occasional outbursts of rage. This was actually one of his better days. Usually, it was a paperweight she had to dodge.

"What the fuck am I looking at, Robbie? Why have our profits taken a fifteen percent dive from last quarter?" He nodded at his other bodyguard Nemiah, who was in the Israeli secret service. She stepped forward and filled his glass with Balvenie thirty-year single malt scotch, his favorite.

Robbie had become an accountant who was in charge of keeping track of the investment firm's profits and was also the compliance officer, to make sure that Damien did nothing to violate the SEC. "Damien, I warned you about Eastside Crips teaming up with the Cubano Manos. They're trying to corner the distribution of crack cocaine in all of Detroit."

"Well, shit, Robbi