Marcus, really, do you want to smell shit every day? We just escaped the station, bruh.
The man grunted as he stood up. "In the future, don't forget my good gesture."
"We won't," I said.
"Great. This is a good investment, it'll make up for my nighttime you ruined." He said, "Now, let's sign you all up and take you to your new living space."
I was honestly quite surprised. The man turned out to be a really flexible person. Not a good person, of course. But flexible.
Maybe greedy old men weren't so bad after all?
Yeah, right. Can never convince myself that they are. He only saw us as another product to invest in for high returns in the future.
They see people as tools for their benefit. And if they can't benefit anything from a person, they'll consider them trash.
I know because I lived as trash all my life.
We all wrote our names on the documents and signed, including Katie and her mom, and he led us to our new living space.
On the way, we asked him a couple of questions.
