Chapter 5. Distress Call

"Make it eight months. Gonna start shooting the next season soon. Some locations will be outside city limits. I'll need a dependable supply."

"That would be 496 doses at 75 dollars per vial of the W70B30, Mr. Roiz."

Jenson switched his phone to speaker mode as he reclined in his swivel chair. His spine and joints were aching again, and his headache wasn't helping his mood, either. "Yeah. Sounds about right," he replied to the pharmacy assistant on the other line.

It wasn't exactly the usual pharmacy in this side of town, but it catered to their medicinal needs even at ungodly hours, practically open 24/7. As far as he knew, most of the pharmacy's customers ordered products and their prescription meds via phone or online. He imagined putting "also a certified wolfsbane potion dealer" on their storefront would most likely drive potential customers away, instead of attracting more patrons.

"The packages will be delivered tomorrow at seven in the evening, Mr. Roi