User blog:SirLinkalot96/The Future of Greg Ryder: Part 4

'''JUNE 29th, 2020, MICHAEL DIAZ'S MANSION, OLD BULLWORTH VALE, 7:12 PM. . . .'''

"Greg. Greg, wake up!" I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I pushed their hand aside and tried to go back to sleep. Next thing I know, I'm shoved out of bed and I landed on the hard wood floor. I opened my eyes, and still being in a semi-drunk and confused state, "Are you the stripper?" I yawned while rubbing my eyes, I then saw it was Michael. "I'll shake it later." Michael sarcastically replied, "But I have to get you to Queen Industries. I want you to meet the big man running things." Michael tossed me my security guard uniform.

I then remembered my new boss, Jimmy Queen, who I protected alongside Michael while we were at Bullworth, as he was a target for getting bullied. I stood up and said, "I've already met him, remember?" Michael then said, "Yeah, well that was high school Jimmy. You haven't seen him now. Remember in high school when he was like 5'3?" I nodded and remembered the scrawny kid who was really friendly and nice to everyone, "Well, now he's 6'3, totally outgrew me, and there's a lot of him that's changed. He used to be the dirt poor kid that was bullied and we had to defend him. Now the Bullies work for him." Michael finished. Wow, sounds like Jimmy has definitely changed since I last saw him.

"Sounds like the Mafia." I joked and we both laughed. Michael said, "I'll be in the car. Come down when you're ready. Also, don't act like an asshole. Just because you got that outfit on." Michael warned.

"Don't worry, I have you." I replied sarcastically. Michael then said very sarcastically, "Well, Mister Asshole is Oscar Mike to the car." And with that he left the room. I then shut the door and got dressed into my security uniform.



I then picked up my bottle of Valium and washed down four pills with some vodka. I then checked my combat jacket pocket and found a little bag of cocaine that I bought back in Liberty City. I poured a little bit on my bedside table, arranged it into a nice little line, and I snorted it into my nose. I then put the bag into my combat jacket pocket.

This is some good blow! I felt really excited and I almost ran to Michael's car and got in. "Are we ready?" Michael asked. I put on my seatbelt and exclaimed excitedly, "Let's roll!"

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