I'm Writing a Book

Ambitious, isn't it?
It's definately a venting mechanism as is the blog. When my hands are idle and I just want to write write write, I turn to this book.
By "writing a book" I mean that i wrote most of a possible book in about a day or so hahaha. Wanna read it?
Here is the first page... tell me what you think!
This delivery was more intimidating than most. I guess it was because for the first time, I was the face. Mr. Davian was nicer to females, at least that’s what they told me. That’s why they thought it would all go better if I was the face. I tried to be as calm as possible, because I was supposed to be the pro, but my palms were still so sweaty. I don’t think I showed it in my face, at least I think I didn’t, because Davian was looking right at me and didn’t seem to notice a thing. It was a good thing everything moved fast, because my palms were so sweaty that I could hardly grip the briefcase. 3 kilos. 350 kilos. No not in the case in my hand, but I was promising 350 kilos. That’s Pablo Escabar kind of shit, all being promised by me to Mr. Davian. I could feel my face turning red, but the room was dark, so no one seemed to notice. Davian insisted on frisking me, rather than having his guards do it. This was defiantly letting his guard down, but I figured it was all part of his persona of enjoying female faces. My heart was beating so rapidly that I could hear it, but I took solace in the fact that I was likely the only one who could do so. I handed over the case and kept all conversation to a minimum. “A sample.” I watched while Davian pried open my case and stabbed one of the tiny plastic bags inside with what I assume was a solid gold pocket knife. He scooped up a small amount of the powder and craned it toward his face. I must have looked so nervous, because without breaking his eye contact with me, he changed his range of motion and fed the powder up the nose of one of his many goons.
“Shit, I can barely feel my face.” The goon seemed to enjoy the product I was presenting. Davian gave me his creepiest laugh. This somehow relieved me. He reached out and shook my hand. And that’s when it all went sour.


AH THIS IS EMBARASSING. I don't imagine I will leave this post up for very long