After several days of anticipation, Kurt's call finally came. He delivered the good news of securing the ecstasy for pickup the next day, but his tone quickly shifted to a more serious note as he mentioned the bad news. "There's one problem, The Imperfect; I'll be there with my boss. He's a powerful man, so please be careful around him." "Why is that bad news?" I asked nervously, my hands sweating, thinking he wasn't able to get the full amount of ecstasy. "I get a percentage of the product I sell." I quickly realized what he meant. "Ah, I see. So essentially, if I impress him and show potential, he'll cut you out of the deal and directly supply me, making you lose future money. Am I right?" I carelessly commented, taking a deep breath and relaxing, relieved that it wouldn't have any negative impact on me. With that realization, I proceeded to lower my pants, preparing to piss on the toilet. Kurt's frustration seeped over the phone as he confirmed my suspicion. "Yeah, he wants all

Morning came in a flash, and it was time to meet Kurt. I couldn't help but feel excited. I got out of bed and prepared breakfast. While eating, I received an unexpected call from the counseling service at school. "Hello Bobby, Mojca on the phone. "I called you today to ask if there is something wrong," the voice on the other end said. "Uh, no. Why would something be wrong?" I asked, confused. "It seems you are often absent from school, and the school is getting worried. If your attendance is less than 80%, you will have to repeat the grade. If you have any medical problem, please tell the doctor to write a report for you. Otherwise, you should come to school," she replied. I resorted to making an excuse: "I'm sorry; I just have some family problems, and I need time to deal with it." "I'm sorry to hear that, but rules cannot be broken. I will have to call your parents if you continue to be absent," she responded coldly. "Tsk, alright. I'll come to school, just don't call my paren

Thankfully, I received a text from Leslie an hour after arriving home that he made it without getting caught. I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my book. I left my room and went over to the living room, where my father was already watching TV. He seemed relaxed, and I felt more at ease being in his presence. As I settled down on the couch, I decided to distract myself with some YouTube videos on my phone. It was a great way to take my mind off things and calm down further. Suddenly, I overheard the TV news reporting on the Kovalev family, and my curiosity was immediately piqued. It seems I was correct; the Kovalev family is moving all their dealers across the region of Noa to Huntsville for my stuff, but the news didn't have any information on me or the deal, so that was a good thing. A lot of dealers started getting caught, and what surprised me was that most of them were teenage boys. Well, it makes sense; they're easy targets. It's a sad reality that many young people are dr

As I was walking away from the meeting place, a brilliant idea suddenly popped into my head. I turned around and looked at Nash before saying, "Oh, before I go, you can keep Ruth for a little while more." "Really!?! I thought you didn't like my artwork, but it seems you did, hahaha!" Ruth's face fell into despair, and tears started streaming down her face while she was on the ground in a dog position. "NOOO! Please don't leave me here, boss! Please, please, please, please, please!" With an annoying face and a cold, unforgiving tone, I told her, "Don't make me hurt your precious little sister." Ruth's eyes widened in fear as she realized that I was in total control. She stopped protesting. In truth, I was deeply impressed and filled with admiration for Ruth's unwavering will to protect her sister. I expected she would lose her will to fight for her sister and only think about how to escape me and Nash at all costs, but it was still too early for her to break."Alright, now that

Everyone departed, leaving only me and the boys inside Gestalt. An eerie transformation took hold of me. Uncontrollable laughter erupted from deep within me, deforming my face into an unsettling, almost demonic visage. The four boys stared at me, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion, witnessing this unsettling shift in my demeanor. As I gradually regained composure, I made my features into an emotionless, bland face, concealing the remnants of the unsettling transformation. Addressing the boys, I spoke in a steady voice, devoid of the previous eerie laughter. "Let's go home. Our job is done," I stated, leading the way cautiously down the unstable stairs. Leaving the building, I instructed Arden to hand over the signed contracts from the junkies. Once he passed them to me, I bid the boys farewell and began my journey home. Arriving at my block, instead of going up the hallway, I made my way downstairs. I carefully stored the contracts in the same briefcase where I kept