'Where's my fuckin' money, Michael?'
'I ... I don't have it, Mr Doyle. I'm sorry ... things haven't worked out as I hoped.'
'I don't give a shite how things have worked out, Michael. I want my one thousand euro back.'
'But I only lent five hundred!'
'At twenty percent interest per week. It's been four weeks.'
'But one thousand euro! That's, that's ...'
'That's capitalism. I provided you with a service, Michael. You needed a loan, I gave you one. You knew the terms.'
'I need more time.'
'Two weeks. Same rate of interest. And next time ... '
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.