Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Robert Huxley

I saw that look on Joe's as we approached the farmer's shop or whatever it is he called that place.

That look you give a servant when his master is about to show him the secret of his possessions.

"Is everything alright, Joe?" I asked.

He nodded in response. "Please don't fuck this up for me. I have a reputation to protect, Robert," he replied.

"Don't worry about nothing, Joe. I can do this. I won't let you down," I answered in haste.

As we got in, there were a lot of men operating several computers and electronic devices as well as ladies who were dressed half-naked, caressing the men as they worked.

"What's this place?" I whispered to Joe.

"The farmhouse."

It was nothing like a farmhouse.

I was this close to turning back until something caught my attention; a pile of dollars.

It must be like a million bucks. How does someone have such an amount of money and leave it lying around carelessly?

"You look at that? It's nothing," one of the men interrupted.

He we