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people that were already buzzed from the assorted liquor the club offered. Jani’rah’s eyes fell on the owner in the corner with a few of the patrons who were too busy black jacking to notice her presence. Her heels click clacked as she made her way over to the game. She instantly became aggravated.
    “How can I take you seriously if you’re constantly playing games Lewis?”
    The hair on the back of Lewis’s neck stood up on ends at the sound of the smooth, feminine, yet venomous voice that was chastising him. For a month now, he’d been begging Jani’rah for a spot managing the underground factories. However, he kept blowing his chance with his growing addiction to gambling. Every time Jani’rah seemed to pop up, you can bet your ass his nose was in somebody’s game blowing money. She wanted someone with a lucrative attention span; someone that worked with supreme caution and Lewis did not fit the description to manage the underground world Jani’rah had created.
    “H…Hi Jani’rah!” Lewis stumbled before standing, rubbing his hands on his jeans, and then stretching his arm toward her for a handshake. Jani’rah simply looked at it as if it was covered with shit.
    “The club looks good Lewis. Follow me, I think it’s time you see something.”
    Jani’rah led the way to the back of the club and Lewis followed suit. His heart raced with excitement as they approached a red door and entered what looked like a dressing room. One of the tall and muscular bodyguards removed a light switch revealing a keypad and then pressed four digits. A tall mirror next to the switch slowly moved up the wall revealing a pass way to red stairs. The bodyguard led the way down the stairs and the others followed. Lewis could not believe the day had finally come. He was actually going to get a glimpse into the underworld. As they approached the bottom stairs, moans could be heard throughout the place. There were two bars in the center and naked woman walking around with trays of assorted liquors. The underworld was decorated comfortably. Black and gold couches and ottomans were scattered about the waiting areas. Cages filled with girls dancing entertained the white-collar patrons waiting their turn in the back area.
    All eyes were on Jani’rah as she greeted local politicians, musicians that came to the city to perform at the Webster Arena, business owners, ballers and anyone that made enough money to pay for entrance to the underworld.
    “I love the new place Madame!” Mayor Finkch stood acknowledging her. Jani’rah simply nodded her head and smiled. She led the group down a long corridor of rooms. Every room was designed differently, decorated to satisfy each client’s sexual imagination. After each session, a cleaning squad, also known as housekeeping, quickly changed the sheets, bleached and Lysoled the room. After a thorough cleaning, housekeeping lit vanilla or apple-scented candles to prepare the room for the next guest.
    Jani’rah led the way to an office in the back. A young woman was located behind a computer tapping away.
    “Hello Madame.” Larisse smiled widely. Jani’rah’s bodyguards and Lewis, whom was still excited and now horny from the tour of the underworld, entered and took seats on a leather sectional. Jani’rah kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of Larisse’s cherry wood desk.
    “Lewis is ready to manage one of the underworlds.” Jani’rah announced. Larisse looked at her boss with confusion.
    Lewis couldn’t contain his excitement. “I bet I won’t let you down Madame!”
    “Yes you will Lewis.” Jani’rah said then walked around the desk and opened a drawer. She pulled a .22 out and Lewis watched nervously as she attached a silencer to it while humming quietly. Jani’rah pulled it up aiming at Lewis’s head and fired two shots bringing him down.
    “Muthafucka always gambling! Clean this shit up please.” Jani’rah said as she lowered the gun. “What’s the numbers looking