'Never look back,' said Gartland, almost to himself. It was a pre-condition for the adventurer if he wanted to survive; as true today as in the days of the Greek heroes. Regrets, and brooding on the past were a useless hindrance; sometimes a distraction that could get you killed. The hoplite phalanx on battlefields of the ancient world did not entertain retreat as an option. For them, and for Gartland, it was advance or die.
His advance into the unknown. 
But he secured a peace of mind.
“I will be making an employment offer to you, Mr. Vetto, a lucrative offer which necessarily involves divulging some confidential information. This non-disclosure agreement would enforce your silence on any matters discussed today, whether or not you decide to accept the offer in question.”
The non-disclosure agreement was in regards to the five harlots he had ticked up, at my expense. Yes, you heard it right, he was getting fucks in advance. My job was to mix tracks and send him cash  for whores, 'as the need be.' 
What a prime begger. Working in the future markets of whores. God bless Gartland, he was pretty unique in that way. 
'That's ten hookers you owe me now.'
See what I mean.
And I'm sure pretty soon Gartland will cash in the advanced fucks I had offered him, while off my head on diet tablets, for hard cash, so he could fix up his Star of Love bill. I was encouraging him to get whores, drugs, and booze on the tick. 
'Don't worry, I'll send you money at the end of the month to fix the bill up,' I said, encouraging him to rake up an enormous bill. 
If it's too good to be true, then usually it's going to work out to be a pretty crappy deal.
For him, at least. 
*I have liberally borrowed from Gartland's Non-Persona Non-Grata, figuring that's part of the payment for the cash he already owes me, $5000. 

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