Back inside her hotel room, Nachine dumped the soap containers in the duffle bags after removing the packages of dope. She washed out the soap containers. Then wrapped a towel around the bottom half of her face then tore open the cocaine bags, emptying them into the containers. Pure stuff can be dangerous with contact. It shimmered in her eyes.
Take another uniform, Nachine thought? She left the other one at her former hideout. She stored the buckets in the closet, showered then slept naked after washing her dress by hand.
After dumping the duffle bags in the hotel dumpster, she rode into work by cab. She had to steal a vehicle, cab fares were expensive. Another goal, she needed less incidents with the clerk like this morning. She had taken the duffle bags with her down to the first floor. The elevator door open and dumbass clerk was there. What he 's working day and night?
"Call me a cab," Nachine yelled, stepping off the elevator
"You can do it yourself on the courtesy phone."
"What do you do, work twenty-four seven to harass me?" Nachine dropped the bags, a puff of soap floated in the air.
"Lady you're wierd," he said walking to the lounge area to meet guests waiting to be check in.
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