The Confrontation

Faith entered the control room nervously. She looked at her boss, imposing as she sat implacably in his leather chair.

"L-l-lamar," she stuttered, cursing herself. "I talked to Big Kelvin tonight. He told me some interesting things ..." She trailed off as he held his hand up.

"You stupid bitch," Lamar said coldly. "You weren't with Big Kelvin. You were with Moses Jones. And while that motherfucker may have been important at one point in his life, he ain't no more. I knew I had a girl that was a fuckin' rat. You overplayed your hand. Bitch, get in here!"

Elizabeth entered the room, with Big Kelvin.

"THIS is Big Kelvin. Not what you expected, right?" Lamar said, confidently. Faith quavered, collapsing on the floor.

"L-l-l-lamar, forgive me," she cried, tears starting to run down her face.

"You my bitch now," Lamar said, kissing Elizabeth hungrily. "You hand out the punishment."

Faith's eyes grew big, as her fear turned into mortal terror. Elizabeth looked down at the girl, pitiful in this moment. She had a lot of reasons to hate her -- for having fucked Douglas, for turning rat, for being stupid -- but she wasn't going to hurt her.

Elizabeth leaned down, whispering into Faith's ear.

"I want you gone. I want you to take Devonte and his turncoat ass. I want you to take Douglas and his worthless little white penis. And I want all three of you gone, for good. I want you to go as far away as you can, and if I ever see you again ... it will be the last time you see anything. And I want you gone by the morning. Goodbye, Faith."