The Impervious Courier

Chapter 60.

Cory knew for a fact that there was no other person in this place other than him. He was the only person sitting while the rest of the people were on their feet.

This meant but the harsh truth that the man was referring to none other than him. Why, though? He couldn't place it.

He had already come to the conclusion that the people here are quite decent compared to the likes of the cab drivers. He wasn't having wrong ideas and didn't want to nurse ugly thoughts.

But the rich looking man was staring dead at him. His eyes held both flames and derision. Cory was trying so hard not to read an unnecessary meaning to this, but he just couldn't help himself.

There was disgust and derision splattered across the intimidating face of the man.

"What the hell! Is he still sitting?!!!" The man's tone increased, almost resulting in a yell.

Cory had no reason to stand up. What in the hell is this? He thought he had seen it all, but obviously, he was just having ideas.

"You should stand on your