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"Sean. It's Raven. He just left. Packed up all his stuff and just turned the corner. I'm going to wait, make sure he didn't forget anything then I'll move."
Sean tells me, "Perfect. Listen, Jack - sorry, I mean Raven. Fuck, sorry. His gig runs until late, so you have hours to -"
"Hours? No. I'm doing this as a simple cleaning job. You didn't pay me for -"
"Right, right. I'm just saying be thorough. You can't just ... work on the computer and leave. You need to make sure you ... clean everything."
I sigh, "Gimme some credit. I know what my customer needs."
"Okay, okay. I just -"
CLICK.
Whatever this Seth guy has on Sean, it must be bad. He needs the guy's tech destroyed, house searched and any hard drives, memory sticks, whatever, taken. By the time I'm done, they'll be gone and it'll look like a robbery. If he has any cameras, it'll look legit.
Sean and me work out at the same gym. We flirted for a while, both young, hot and gay. He's a huge white muscle guy, while I'm a hard and tight Asian. He's a huge 230-lbs bodybuilder type. I'm a ripped 185-lbs of muscle that looks over 200, thanks to broad shoulders and a narrow midsection. I'm like a 6' tall acrobat. In my line of work, I have to stay strong, but agile.
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Me, Raven |