Greed
.He wore a cocky smile, showcasing his perfectly straight white teeth as he counted the bills in his hand, arrogantly sitting in his chair like some sort of king. Slicked back hair - dyed an offensively bright orange - complemented his handsome face, and the men in matching black uniforms on both sides of his makeshift throne wore mirrored blank faces with their stern eyes hidden behind thick black sunglasses. Seemingly satisfied with the count of the money, the cavalier man handed it off to one of his muscled henchmen who put it back in the suitcase. Those burning coal-black eyes and strong eyebrows turned on a blubbering man kneeling on the floor in front of his chair, soft whimpers echoing in the otherwise empty warehouse. With a cocksure quirk of his lips, the boss waved his hand for the man to be taken away, his attention going back to the girl sitting by his feet. Now that was something worth looking at...
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