Revenge Business
“Great. Now go into the supermarket. Head to the fruit section. I want you to grab some bananas.”
I wanted to scream at Masato, but obediently did as he ordered.
Still holding the phone to my ear, I began scanning the fruits, searching for the bananas. A middle-aged man, slightly overweight, sweaty, and with unsettling light eyes, gaped at me when he saw me. He looked at me with lecherous, desirous eyes, and I ignored it.
As I started placing the bananas in the plastic basket, Masato’s voice sounded again:
“That man can barely contain himself. He’s crazy about you.”
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