“What are you talking about, I'm not owing you any money at all.” I say to Roman trying to think of a time when I had needed money from him. Could it have been those two years I can't seem to remember anything about?
One of Roman's goons at his indication steps forward and hands me a brown-colored file.
I stare at the file in his hands for some time before finally taking it from him.
“You might want to sit down for that.” Roman says in a mocking tone.
I glare at him before sitting down on the single chair closest to me.
I flip open the file and read the heading which says, “Accrued Medical bills.”
I frown as I read the figures which must be obviously exaggerated. Just for an upgrade in room costs fifteen thousand dollars per week. The drugs and everything including the extremel
