The next day

The next morning, Haley arrived at Jamal's apartment with a wad of cash in her hand, as usual. But this time Jamal looked at her with a stern look and said, “I'm afraid blow jobs or money won't cut it anymore, Haley.”

Haley was taken aback. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

“I mean that things have changed,” Jamal replied. “The game has gotten bigger, and I need something more from you.”

Haley's mind raced as she tried to figure out what Jamal might want from her. She had always been a reliable customer and had never caused any trouble. But the look on Jamal's face made it clear that he meant business.

“What do you want?” Haley asked, her voice barely higher than a whisper.

Jamal leaned back in his chair and took a long pull from his blunt. “I want you to do a job for me,” he said.