The next day, I get a call from Nick.
“Yeah, Nick?”
“Hey hey hey, awesome leader. I’ve got word of some kids dealing bad shit on my territory, and I don’t wanna just entrust a few spare guards on their own. Lenny’s a little busy as well. Care to help out?”
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“I suppose I can take some time out of my day for this. I’ll be over shortly.”
“Oh, and can you put on your cool outfit again?”
I sigh. I guess it was appropriate protocol since I’d be playing the part of the figurehead, but I think he just wanted to see me in that outfit again. “Yeah, sure, I suppose it is proper protocol.” I then hang up, setting the phone aside.
Yet again I don a red dress shirt, a pair of pinstripe shorts, and a black suit jacket, throwing a blue and green tie on as well, feeling like a typical salaryman as I walked out the door. Another day, another dollar-or so the saying goes.