"I don't think you're understanding me," he muttered, as he held the phone to his ear. "I thought I told you to bring the money to me today. I don't see the money. I need that money." "I can't, Ryan. I'm trying. I just can't." Ryan roared fiercely into his phone, and then slammed it into the ground in a rage. Everything had taken a turn for the worse in the last few months. Ever since he had bought the club. It was supposed to be a family business, but it turned out that "family" didn't mean anything to anyone anymore. One fancy bit of skirt, and suddenly blood ties no longer meant anything? They had both put in a hundred thousand dollars to buy the place, but that was all the money they had left. They'd done a good job turning the place around, transforming the once seedy nightclub into a busy, thriving empire, but his brother had chosen her - a woman - over him. Ryan couldn't afford it. The business was too heavy a burden for him to uphold on his own. Loans. It was the only way. As soon as Jimmy had told him that he was pulling out of the business, taking his half of the business' worth with him, Ryan could see everything collapsing around him. He'd gone to a loan shark to get the funds, but the date to return the money was too soon, and the money wasn't coming back fast enough. Drug dealing, theft, he had tried it all, but the money was still accumulating too slowly. So he decided to loan money instead, to the addicts his own drugs had created, and taking everything they were worth when they were inevitably unable to pay. It did a lot for him financially, but he was still too short. All he'd succeeded in doing was bringing the club back to its seedy roots. Without thinking, Ryan walked across the club and towards the door, and exited immediately. It was nice to get the fresh air, but he didn't have time to wait. He needed to get money, fast. As he hurried off, he hit something. Turning to see what he'd bumped into, he was surprised to see a woman sprawled onto the floor. "I'm sorry," he muttered. This is inconvenient, he thought, but he offered her his hand anyway. "Let me help you up."