Photo courtesy of Marissa MacDonald
A woman in pauper dress ambled into the colonial room with a Monogram suitcase. She glimpsed at the man with pot-belly aka The Boss.
He threw the cigar on the floor, somehow to create a signal to order his men to take the woman’s life. She smirked and then opened her mouth. He then collapsed to his reclining director chair after hearing what she’d got to say.
The woman left the room taking the suitcase from The Boss. Then, one of his men prepared to pull the trigger, but The Boss took an ashtray and threw at him. The young man perished on the spot.
The Boss unlocked the woman’s suitcase and beamed at the stack of cash. He dug way below and pulled out several more until one of his men pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated The Boss’s chest. And then each one of them began to shoot and paint the wall and floor with blood and greed.
The Boss, already barely breathing grabbed the money in chunks and stuffed them into his mouth.
At the Hilltop with her binocular, the woman looked on as the money turned into joss paper.