[H2][Center]☽[color=99004d]Masha [/color]☾[/center][/h2]

[Center] [b]Day 3[/b]
[I]{One Night in Hell Nightclub| 4 P.M. }[/i][/center]

Masha looked at Crotes for a moment before sighing. He was dense. So very dense. And she was already becoming eager to put the fool in his place. “Well, something have potential,” she said simply. “And sometimes, things aren't worth the time. But it isn't really any of your concern which one I think it is.”
She finished off her drink, pushed herself up off the stool that had been her seat for far too long and pulled her bag up do dig through it for a second in search of her glasses case. “Lemme take a look at your books,” she said with no room for negotiation in her tone as she looked at him again. “And if you could write me up an employe list, who they are, what they do, what they get paid, you know. That sort of thing.”

She needed to know what money was coming in, what money was going out and where, and who was actually needed to be around anymore. Or whose paychecks needed to be trimmed. She was sure that the list would not actually be fully accurate, but she could ask Nikki to clear things up if she found anything that was dubious. The other girl might not know everything, but she was more in the loop than Masha was just then.