She'll come

Stacey wore a huge grin on her face as she entered her hotel room. She had just received their new product and was eager to sample it.

Shaking the bag of small pills in her hand, she tittered, “Drugs kills you, huh? Then how the hell are me and so many other people still alive? Tch, the world would be such a happier place if everyone just took these opioids. It makes you feel so good.”

Stacey’s smile dropped and she said, “I don’t remember ever feeling good before.”

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts from her dark past, Stacey ambled over to her settee. She was just about to sit down when she noticed an envelope perched neatly against the hotel magazines on the glass table in front of her.