New Game
MY HEART JUMPED as I saw the cardboard box with the large “fragile” sticker on it leaning to the left. The two guys carrying it were too distracted checking out Salma's ass as she took a box of controllers into my new digs. My best friend was hot, if you were into women, but my cargo was too important to see it destroyed.
"Hey, watch it," I shouted, my eyes widening.
The guys startled, and the box slipped further. Oh s**t, no! Not my baby.
They managed to steady it and the one facing me grinned. "It's all right, all this junk is insured."
"Junk?”
The guy shrugged, and my blood boiled. What the hell was he thinking?
"Dude, that's a five thousand bucks custom made gaming computer. After paying out for the insurance, how long do you think your boss will wait before firing you?
