Sidney Sheets

The Bootlegger's Lady

“I want paid double”, I demanded. “And I want it upfront.” He considered me, flicking the open end of his golden tie clip with his fingernail. His tie clip was the only indication that he was the richest man in New York City, as he dressed rather modestly. He used to intimidate me, perhaps even scare me. However, I’ve come to the realization that he can’t fire me. Where would he be without me?