Alpha Dean
Don’t worry, I’ll call you when it’s done…
I put my phone back in my pocket before grabbing my bag and sneaking out of the janitor’s room, using the window, making sure that no one saw me from the outside.
I walked toward the man and woman who were waiting for me by the backdoor, knowing that no one ever used it unless it was an emergency.
“Good job,” I said, pulling out the envelope containing the two thousand dollars.
“I don’t have the balls, do I?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn’t even know their names, but there was a lot that two thousand dollars could do in a five minute showcase.
“You’re getting paid to hear such a word, or do you want me to back down…”
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