Abandon My Sinking Ship

I work for myself because I don’t like the bull that comes with having a boss. I’m doing this only because I’ve fallen head over heels for Seleste, and when my woman isn’t happy, I can’t be happy. Even the sex isn’t right when everyone is unhappy. I need my Seleste back in my life fully and in my bed completely. She’s been worried about Pearl.

“Sir, do you need me to deliver anything else?”

“Weston, my man, you’ve been doing a great job. I might have some additional deliveries of gym equipment.”

“Okay, Mr. Tallen.”

“Don’t call me Mr. Tallen. That was my dad, and I hated him. Call me Sebastian.”

“Do you want me to deliver the gym equipment now or later?”

“You’ll get a telephone call, then I’ll need you to go to the address on the text. Are you still sleeping at the gym?”

“Yes. I was told I could stay until I save enough money to get my own place.”

“It’s tough being an immigrant. I remember when I moved from Ukraine to New Jersey. We had some assistance from nonprofits and churches, until we didn’t. Then I had to get creative in order to find food and shelter each day. But I knew liquor and got a job off the books at a distillery. I slept in the back room there that was the size of a broom closet. I worked ninety hours a week with two other immigrants. But look at me now. I have a large home, nice cars, and expensive clothes, and I can buy any woman I want. It took the right connections and skills to become an American. The land of milk and honey.”

“Yeah, I want that too.”