“I need your help.”The moment the stock broker stepped into the car Dorian found those words tumbling from his lips. There was no time to waste really, and if he didn’t ask now then when would he ask?The stock broker was the same from last time, except he was a little different now. Instead of the black and white getup he had been dressed in the other day, he wore a striped shirt and green pants today. His stomach still seemed intent on bulging out, but it was clear there was a clearness to his eyes today. He wasn’t as intoxicated as the rest of his friends.A loud groan came from outside the door and the car rocked slightly as someone was pushed into it. A man landed on the seats, half awake and half passed out, his eyes already lidded with sleep.Another male got into the car and Dorian felt his chance begin to slip him by. The stockbroker man chuckled and jabbed his sleeping friend in the ribs.“Stay on your side ya big oaf. I didn’t ask you to drink half your life out.”The man
The next day, Dorian woke up early and caught a bus to the stock broker's office. They finally had a formal introduction in which the man introduced himself as Mr. Horace Walt, “But you can call me Walt, or Horace, whichever one is fine by you.”Dorian nodded and tried to keep his shoulders from shaking too much as different emotions coursed through him.Someone had searched his apartment while he was gone last night.Dorian felt the image of his room flash past in his mind again and he took a deep breath, because last night he got back home to meet his place trashed. His clothes were on the floor, his books were scattered all around, everything he had was in complete disarray, and someone had taken the money he was keeping so he could take it to the bank when he had the time.Horace Walt the stockbroker spoke at length about how they operated in the firm he worked in but all the while Dorian felt like the stockbroker's voice was just background noise.Whoever searched his things had
Dorian rushed to the policeman and exclaimed with a worried look on his face.“Hey, hey, excuse me sir. What’s happening here?”The police officer currently chaining a small barricade together around Dorian’s Maybach looked up at him and adjusted his belt as he rose, “Who are you?”Dorian felt his impatience trying to rise but he decided not to let it. “I’m the owner of the Maybach, and i have a ticket for parking here. Have I done anything wrong?”The police officer cleared his throat lightly and removed his glasses to stare at Dorian with heavy brown eyes, “This car has been seized. The young lady here phoned the police this morning to report a theft. She says this car has been stolen, so we’re investigating how true that is.”Dorian felt like he wasn’t hearing correctly, “Excuse me?”Amelia butted in with an irritated spiteful tone, “Oh stop with the pretense Dorian. We both know you stole this car. How could someone like you afford a car like this?”Dorian felt his brain stutter f
The system tried to get Dorian to abort his current plan, but all to no avail. It even gave suggestions, ~You could go back to the man you got your first car from, Dorian. Losing the Maybach isn’t the end of the world!”Dorian chuckled as he took another swig of his drink. Even if it wasn’t the end of the world, it sure did feel like it.From a new sleek Maybach to a ragged old cab, he’d rather be paralyzed.~DORIAN,WHATEVER YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS, GREY, YOU LISTEN TO ME AND DROP THAT BOTTLE RIGHT NOW!~Dorian threw the bottle away and clasped his hands over his ears, suppressing a scream though it felt like someone had just set his eardrums and brain on fire. His read was ringing.“What the fuck system!”His mind rang like someone had covered his head with a bell and told Thor to give it a mighty strike with his hammer. The ringing intensified and Dorian felt his legs give out. He crumpled on the grassy floor of the park’s entrance and curled around himself, groaning in pain and trying
Connor grinned as he handed Dorian the hangover cure and watched him gulp it down all at onceHe could tell Dorian wasn’t drunk, but since Dorian had insisted on it, they had come to a small store to get one. The female at the cash register smiled at him and Dorian, but while Connor smiled back, he found Dorian simply ignoring her. Once they were outside, Connor walked casually beside Dorian and asked, “Are you okay now?”Dorian nodded and took a deep breath wondering if he should thank or ignore this strange person. He could remember Connor, he was one of the people whose name and face had actually stuck in his head despite the long list of people he had driven.Connor said he had been in the small crowd that gathered to watch him and Marie, but he didn’t want to interrupt their conversation so he stayed hidden.Dorian had nodded and opted to walk off, but Connor had offered ice cream instead of alcohol so here they were, on their way to get ice cream after getting him his hangover c
Dorian went to work immediately.There wasn’t much time anymore for him to search for who had stolen from him as he planned, but he could always do that later if he was alive and unparalyzed. Dorian worked for a good seven-hour stretch and as the last second counted down, the system’s congratulatory jingle came up in his mind again as the world became highlighted in energy once more.[CONGRATULATIONS HOST DORIAN! DAILY HOURS SPENT USING SKILL: 7 HUMAN HOURS, ACHIEVED!DAILY INCOME ACCRUED FROM HOURS SPENT USING SKILL: THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS, ACHIEVED!+100 BONUS POINTS.+10 HEALTH POINTS.+5 AGILITY.+10 STRENGTH.DUCATI SUPERLEGGERA: 1,000 POINTS LEFT TO OWNERSHIP.CONGRATULATIONS HOST.]For some odd reason, this didn’t excite Dorian as much as it used to at this moment. Sure he was happy that he would keep on living, and he was happy that he had gained all those bonus points, but sometimes the system and all its rewards kept on feeling like something he didn’t understand and which
Dorian woke up the next morning to find a note at his door, sitting pretty underneath a cup of iced coffee. The note read, “I’m sorry for bailing out on dinner last night. Enjoy the coffee.” The system made an ick sound in Dorian’s head but he simply chuckled and tucked the letter into his pocket, heading back in to get dressed and head out for work. Connor had dropped six missed calls just this morning and Dorian frowned lightly as he stared at them. He decided to return them and dropped six missed calls of his own, hoping each time that Connor didn’t pick up. The system commented in a mildly irritated tone as Dorian chuckled, ~You’re going to chase your friend away with how awkward you’re acting. Who drops six missed calls back?~ Dorian shrugged and ignored the system. The ball of light came into being and it floated in front of Dorian’s face, ~Hey, you aren’t still angry at me are you? You can’t be angry at your own system.~ “I can if it tried to kill me.” The system seemed to
A man stumbled down an alley, breathing heavily as blood ran down the side of his mouth. He choked on it and coughed violently, spurting blood onto the sidewalk.His eyes were blown in panic and there was only one thing on his mind, he tapped his receiver and asked weakly, “Is the boss okay? ….. Tell me the boss is okay.”He stumbled and fell onto the floor, his injuries alleviating with every single step he took. He had to make sure his boss was safe.His boss who had taken him from the streets and put him in an esteemed position.His boss whose goodwill fed hundreds upon hundreds of homeless and poverty stricken people each month. His boss was a good man.A good man like that didn’t deserve to get killed, no matter how elite the assassin team sent was.The injured man shivered lightly as a response finally came from the other, “T… The boss is safe, Tommen. W… we did it.”Tommen felt his heart break because he could hear the amount of injuries his partner bore. He could almost see