Chapter 105: The Favor (3)
The hotel room was a mess. Empty bottles on the side table, crumpled shirts on the floor, curtains half-drawn against the afternoon glare. Amidst the chaos lay Victor, sprawled across the bed in nothing but a wrinkled t-shirt, snoring lightly into his pillow.
His phone buzzed against the nightstand. Once. Twice.
"Ngghh…" Victor groaned, fumbling blindly until his hand closed around it. He squinted at the caller ID.
"Boss?" His voice was thick with sleep as he answered.
"Victor. How much total money has been earned?"
The calm, cutting voice on the other side instantly jolted him awake. He sat upright, hair sticking out at odd angles. "W–what? Boss, hold on. Lemme check."
He scrambled for his laptop buried beneath a pile of laundry. Tossing aside socks and papers, he yanked it free and slapped it open. The bright glow of the stock charts nearly blinded him.