Shit show

The house was a shit show. Run down, dirty, rat droppings, and a couch that looks like it had held an orgy of hobos fucking each other all night. Make that multiple nights.

Damien was close to dowsing it with gasoline and lighting a match. Cooler heads prevailed though.

Damien turned to Eddie. “First order of business. Renovate this shit. Get rid of everything including the carpet. In fact, no carpet. Get vinyl flooring. Sheet vinyl. Easy to clean. Get a few pieces of furniture enough to make it look like a bare minimum house and outfit your room as needed.”

Eddie actually looked relieved. No doubt, since he was going to be living here.

“Erm.. our funds are low at the moment. The last manager of this area was skimming. You won’t get a new cash supply until next Monday when the month ends.”

“How much do we have now?”

“Four thousand, approximately.”

Damien pulled out $2000 in 20s and handed them to Eddie. “This is from my savings as a runner. Make it last, but get it done right. Consider this my investment into the business, there’s no need to pay it back from our profits.