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he felt if he grew another inch or two he would be too tall to fit in his own home. The floors were marble and shiny and the decor was expensive in taste. Quasym was thoroughly impressed.
    “ In here,” the guard pulled the door to Andres’ downstairs office open and directed Quasym to go inside. Upon entering, Quasym shook his head at the fact the office was bigger than his house. Andres had to put him on. “Have a seat! He will be with you shortly.”
    Quasym nodded his head and then walked over to the It alian Leather sofa and sat down. He held his head down in his palms hoping all would go in his favor with Andres. He needed this opportunity to get back up on his feet and to take care of his wife and his child with Tianna. If this didn’t work out, Quasym didn’t know what he was going to do with himself.
    “How did you get my address?” Andres asked as he entered the office.
    Quasym looked up and was surprised by what stood in front of him. He had been expecting a short or fat old man that was balding and struggling to get around on his own. Instead, Andres looked to be in great shape, around 5’8, weighing a healthy hundred and fifty pounds. He had a low cut with minimal facial hairs. Andres didn't look any more than 30 to 40 years old.
    Damn I watch too much T V. Quasym thought as he stood to his feet to greet the man that could change his life. "I uh, my patna gave it to me. I mean I tried to call you several times but could never get an answer. Sorry to just stop by like this, but I really need to talk to you."
    "Your patna? And what does your patna know about me?"
    "He just told me I need to talk to you."
    "So you've been waiting all this time just to talk to me?" Andres asked as he moved towards the huge cherry wood desk. He grabbed a bottle of water that was in a mini fridge and opened it, taking a long sip from the bottle, "Can I get you anything to drink?"
    "No thank you sir. I wanted to talk to you about...well I wanted to see if we could do--"
    "Dan-D, I want him dead. Kill him and the kingdom is yours."
    Quasym was notably confused. He didn't know what to say. He only wanted to discuss doing business with Andres since no one in the streets was trying to put him on. Everyone felt like he should work from the very bottom, doing petty shit that would only gar ner him a few hundred dollars a week, and that wasn’t enough. He was better than that and knew he could move the work on a major level if only he could get his hands on it. He had no plans of murdering anybody for it though. This request was unusual, and he didn’t quite understand it.
    “You want to be the big man in the streets, right? You want to make big money, drive nice cars, have a big house-“ Andres motioned his hand around his office. “This life? What are you willing to do for it? Did you think that you would come in here, tell me about yourself, and how you feel you would be a great asset to me and then I would agree to do business with you?
    I don’t know you or anything about you. What I see is that you are obviously determined, seeing as how you sa t outside of my home for fourteen hours and twenty-seven minutes. But how far will you let that determination take you? Dan-D, I want him dead. Do that and then we will talk.”
    Andres took another sip of his water and sat in the oversized chair behind his desk. He watched as Quasym stood in the middle of the office for a few moments contemplating on what he was going to say next. Andres hadn’t been completely honest though.  He knew exactly who Quasym was. There was no way he would allow anyone that he didn’t know to sit outside of his home for any amount of time. They would be murdered and never heard from again. But Quasym was different. Andres had plans for him and Quasym didn’t even know it.
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    It was a few hours later, and Quasym sat quietly in his car staring into the dark and cold streets. The conversation he had with Andres earlier that day played in his mind over