A Weakness For Addiction
“Why is the business in Faridabad so down this week?”, the tall well-built man asked with a frown etching across his face. “Sirji, last week four college students died of overdose, after that the police has been on lookout, cracking down on all our distributers.” The man huffed. Stupid kids. “Did you bribe the police?” “Yes, but now the local politician has taken this as an opportunity and has decided to reassure everyone that he will do everything in his power to stop all the drug producers and distributers. He swore that the drug menace will be uprooted from its roots.” “Don’t we pay him a cut?” “Yes, Sirji, he said, let us wait for one to two months, and then we can start again. People will forget. Out of sight, out of mind.” Bloody crooked politicians all of them. “Fine” he waved a dismissing hand and the burly guy left the plush office of the CEO of Nirvana Chemicals. “Stupid kids,” he muttered under his breath, “spoiling my business” What am I supposed to do, ...