The Sponsored Student’s Pretension
After returning home from abroad, I took a job as a driver to broaden my horizons.
However, I got hired to drive a car with my dad’s car plate, and the location I was sent to was the city’s largest nightclub.
I was suspicious about the location where I would pick up the car and the client. When I arrived, I found a bunch of people buttering up the poor student my family used to sponsor. “Have you had fun today, Mr. Morgan?” they asked.
“If you’re unhappy with the ladies tonight, we’ll make sure there are better ones tomorrow night!”
It was only when he called me that I realized he was my client.
I went and questioned him about why he was driving my dad’s car, but he kicked me to the ground. “How dare a mere driver try to scam me? Get down on your knees and kiss my feet!”
Then, he ordered his bodyguards to hold me down. They made me do as he asked. He went so far as to press cigarettes into my face, burning me.
I withstood the pain and sent a photo of my dad’s car to my family’s group chat.
[Dad, why are you going to Dreamscape behind Mom’s back and hiring girls for a night out?]