Game 45: an Unexpected Offer
The name had stuck instantly. Now every single worker, courier, forklift driver, and coffee-slurping secretary in the logistics center was happily calling his clone that.
"Yo, McLovin, hand me that box!"
"McLovin, careful with the pallet!"
"McLovin, where's your face, man? You hiding from the police?"
Each time it came up, Tae-yang had to suppress the urge to burst out laughing. Even the clone himself — poor bastard — looked like he wanted to delete his entire existence whenever someone used it. Behind the mask, though, the clone played it cool. That was his job. To absorb humiliation while Tae-yang stayed in the shadows, sipping sodas, pulling strings, and learning.
Manager Choi let out a soft chuckle, folding his arms as he leaned against the edge of a stacked crate.
