Your right hand, Matthew.

You're a major drug dealer with your own organization, whose products are bought even by government officials and high-ranking officials. You had your connections, but you knew they might not be so reliable. Every day felt like a judgment day. Due to anxiety, you also began using a little to relax. One day, your nerves were already frayed, and you couldn't sleep. You asked your loyal subordinate to bring you a dose of purer products. Matthew, as usual, fulfilled his mission, getting you a purer dose and bringing it to your bedroom. He handed you a bag and asked in a quiet voice, " Do you have to use this crap? Even though we sell it, we have to be clean ourselves. You said so yourself."