New Jersey and New York were below his standards, and the weather was too cold. Still, his business was good in the States, and Harlem became a very profitable place for his product.
Eduardo doused his cigar in the ashtray and fixed his eyes on Kola. “Speak your business to me.”
Kola locked eyes with the man, her legs crossed, the duffel bag near her feet. “My man has been doing business with you for a long time now, and unfortunately, he’s in a situation that prevents him from being here at the moment. So I’m here in his place.”
Eduardo took a sip from his glass and listened, his henchmen nearby and ready for anything.
Kola continued. “We’ve been buying from you at fifteen stacks a ki and moving plenty of supply for you. But I’m here with a business proposition for you.”
The look on Eduardo’s face already told Kola that her business with him better be good or she might not walk out alive.
“I’m suggesting you give me ten ki’s for twelve-five a ki, and as you know, I came prepared.”
Eduardo laughed a creepy, menacing laugh, intimidating Kola.
She kept her stern expression and pushed the duffel bag toward him.
“You come with laughs, little girl,” he said.
“Just open it.”
Eduardo unzipped the bag and looked in. “Lots of money for such a young girl.”
“I’m a businesswoman,” she countered.
Eduardo laughed again. When he was finished laughing, he took a sip from his glass before saying to her, “Our business arrangement stays the same—fifteen thousand a ki and nothing less. What makes you think you can come in here and change it? You disrespect me. You think flaunting your tits and body will influence me?”
“Of course, I mean you no disrespect, Eduardo. But the situation has changed in the streets. As you may be aware, we’re at war with Chico, and with the prices he has from the Haitians, his business is cutting into our business, causing our profits to decline somewhat. I ask for that number for the ki’s because I can guarantee you that Cross and myself can move these ten ki’s in a much shorter time, producing a quicker turnaround and ridding ourselves of the competition.
“We all know that, when it comes to quality, the Haitians can’t fuck with you. And the Haitians are a problem for the both of us. We move six ki’s every seven days for you. Well, at the price I’m asking, we can increase that number and get back some of our old customers.”
Kola knew she had Eduardo’s attention. He was silent, contemplating the idea. Kola just waited for an answer. He took another sip as he dwelled on the thought. Kola’s heart beat rapidly, and the palms of her hands were clammy.
Eduardo got out of his seat and walked closer to Kola. He circled her slowly, sipping on his drink and admiring every aspect of her. “I like you. You have courage and smarts. I respect that.”
He stopped in front of Kola and looked at her intimately, touching her in a way that made her somewhat uncomfortable. However, she didn’t flinch. He was a handsome man and also a powerful man.
He lingered on his reply for a moment and finally said to Kola, “Cross is a very lucky man to have you in his life. Me, personally, I’m a sexist. I believe women belong in the kitchen or on their backs making babies, and I feel slightly insulted that he sent you in his place. But I know a good business sense when I see one. I’ll give you the ki’s for twelve-five, but only on these conditions.”
Kola held her excitement, knowing she wasn’t out the flood yet. She sat still and listened to his conditions, hoping they were reasonable.
“From here on out, I deal with you and only you. You make Cross understand that. His sudden incarceration is a problem for me. His stupidity is an issue for me,” Eduardo explained slowly.
Kola nodded.
“And then you will have to move twelve ki’s within seven days, not ten.”
“Twelve?” Kola asked.
“Will that be a problem?”
“No, it won’t.