He shrugged. “Why not? We’ve been doing this for a long time now. We know our parts. It’s easy, really, what each of us does, and so there was little fear we’d be found out. Heck, I didn’t even know the whole routine until today. Also, it seems that the office is always guarded, or the filing cabinet is locked. Plus, you’re not the only employee who’s not in on the action. If no one else found us out in all this time, why would you, a lowly drag queen?”
I sucked in my breath and batted my lashes his way. “Lowly?”
He smirked. “That’s what concerns you in all of that?”
I nodded. “Duh.”
He sat down and sighed. “Look, Barry, it’s not a big operation. I know because I buy the shit. We sell little bags for little money. There are no big transactions. Auntie tries to keep everything on the down-low as much as possible. We’re all being blackmailed, but we also all split the profits, so while we hate what we do, the grumbling is kept to a minimum.”
“You split it equally?”