#ProjectCrypto $BTC
✦ Upside down pants ✦
"Sir... my work will be done now, right?"
She was dressing quickly, facing the wall.
"Yes, yes, why not."
My breathing was still irregular.
"Then when should I come to collect the money?"
Wiping her face with her dupatta, she hid her face, then pulled the dupatta back tightly.
"Look... I'll have to go a couple more times, tomorrow I'll talk to the bosses about your husband."
I buttoned my shirt, fixed my hair, and glanced out the back door of the office.
The new watchman would occasionally serve me tea in the name of water, but caution was still necessary.
"So I should come tomorrow then?"
She was waiting for my yes.
"Not tomorrow!"
I can't take this risk every day. I just sighed.
Oh, how even the poor get lucky.
I took in the curves of her body for the last time, then said:
"Hey, listen, you're wearing pants upside down."
She was startled, looked at her legs, and lowered her eyes in shame.
"Straighten up, I'm leaving. You too leave in five minutes, carefully. Don't let anyone see."
Zemal Khan, who was the night watchman in this factory, was shot in the leg while fighting off robbers. The owners promised fifty thousand, then forgot.
His wife, this poor thing, was visiting me in the hope of these same promises. "
