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 f**k 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 atte
