It made him, an old pro who had seen countless films, involuntarily picture all sorts of scenarios in his mind.
'Holy shit! Are they really that kinky?'
He snapped out of it.
He suddenly recalled some stories he'd seen online.
'Don't tell me I'm part of their role-playing scenario?'
As this thought occurred to him, the expression on his face became indescribable.
The joy he'd felt from getting such a large, profitable order vanished without a trace.
Other people had beautiful women and fancy cars, living it up with all sorts of wild games.
And what about him? Freezing his ass off delivering food in the snow in the dead of night during the New Year holiday.
'We're all human. I'm not bad-looking, so why don't I get treated like that?' The more he stewed on it, the angrier he became. He turned his scooter around and headed home to sleep.
Whoever wanted this money could have it. He was done.
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