AT THE HOTEL.....Ping ping!A man with a chiseled body, strong abs, and a toned physique, clad in a thick fur-like coat, tall with the impression of an iroko, and face messed with expectations, sank his hand into his side pocket and retrieved his phone.CLIENT We are on our way to the hotel!Was the curt message, and with indifference, he replaced the phone, facial expression stone cold, like the message was not new. Maybe a regular. He was used to messages like this. In fact, he woke up every morning to messages like this, because that is what puts food on his table. He was born for this. Born to carry out dirty tasks for the rich without complaints, just allowing his expertise do the talking. The rich need dirty work done, and he is always the man for the job. Their hands simply remained clean, while his were stained.The sharp sound of his Italian shoes-expensive, custom-made, and earned through work others wouldn't touch, cut against the polished marble floor of the hotel. Eac
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-07-28
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