I’m Someone Else

“How much do you make in a month?” William kept asking.

“F-Five hundred,” he answered sheepishly. He spends more in a day than I make in a month, probably. They can afford these special red wines, so they must be really wealthy.

Thomas looked at William. I see he’s going to help Howard.

“How long have you been working as a mechanic?” William whipped out some Kings of Denmark and handed Howard one. He also took one and started puffing.

“Four years.”

William nodded. “Then you must be experienced. Quit your job and come to work at Prosperity Avenue’s car dealership. We need an after-sales director. I’ll tell the guys about this, and you can start tomorrow.”

Howard was flummoxed. Prosperity Avenue’s car dealership? There’s only one dealership there, and they sell Mercedes-Benzs! I’m actually working in a car dealership now? And not just some mechanic, but an after-sales director? The offer came all of a sudden, and Howard was still processing it. And he still had no idea that William owned that dealership.

William took Howard’s confusion as dissatisfaction, so he added, “It’s just your starting position. You have a bright future ahead of you, so don’t complain. This position pays thirty-five hundred dollars a month. Work your way up, and you might become the shopkeep. And that pays about fifty-six thousand a year.”

“Oh, no, I’m not complaining!” Howard quickly raised his glass for a toast.

‘talk to me when you make twenty-eight hundred a month.’ Bet she would never dream of me reaching and surpassing that goal in minutes. This is

sh*t because she makes twenty-eight hundred a month, but now I make seven hundred dollars more

Howard said genuinely. He didn’t doubt William at all. After all, someone who could splurge tens of thousands on wine wouldn’t fool around with a

nothing big for

our friend. Don’t need

slammed the door open, and in came a bunch

here

believe a mere driver slapped and kicked me. F*ck him. He humiliated me, and I’m gonna kill him. I got Nate here with me, and he’s

b*stards did that

Nate!” Wallace

and he

think I’ve heard

took a step back. What Thomas did to him left a scar, but then he realized there was no need to retreat. He got me last time because my men weren’t with me. Not today. I have two dozen

to get rid of a nobody who insulted his lackey, but this was more than

Nate?” Wallace was surprised. The guy just came back to this city, and this is the first time we’ve

“He broke my damn fingers, goddammit! I’ve been looking for him! Never

lucky day. I can’t believe I ran into him again. He did this to my fingers, and I’ll make him

Dammit, we’re taking this out on him. He has to