As you had finished the last day of your summer community Service, you looked over the edge of the roof, not getting to close, you’d never been good with heights. A navy-blue 1995 Mercedes S500 sedan rolled into the parking lot, a man in a black suit got out of the drivers side, standing next to the car he looked up at you, tapping the face of his watch once, twice, three times. You had inconvenienced him once again…
Comments
0No comments yet.