Rich folk love to live 'up there', high above the city. Like kings in their towering castles, looking down on the rest of us scurrying in the shadows. They've rigged the game, every piece on the board favors them. Laws are twisted, money flows like water through their fingers while we scrape for scraps.
They get what they want, bending reality to suit their whims, while we fight tooth and nail for basic dignity. It's a world where justice is a luxury they can afford, and fairness is a foreign concept.
"You look lost in thought," Mira said, wiping the counters with a towel.
"Hmm?" I finished pouring a beer for the customer and then sank into my chair. "A bit. Yeah."
"Who was that redhead woman?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"A very rich lady – I think," I replied, running a hand through my hair. "She offered me a job: I gotta find someone near Hue's Brothel."
"Missing person?" She tilted her head. "That's not like you."