Chapter 1 – Suppression
"$12,378.28, huh?" a young man said as he read a letter.
The man looked to be in his early twenties and had brown hair. The bags under his eyes made it seem like he hadn't had a good night's rest in a long time.
The next moment, the man threw the letter into a corner of his packed room.
The room was filled with sheets of paper, clutter, and packaging material.
"That's not enough!" the man shouted with suppressed rage and frustration. "Fucking shitty-ass customers!"
He felt like a mountain of proverbial pressure was pressing down on him, but he quickly shook his head to regain his bearings.
He hated feeling like this.
The man pulled out his phone, and when he saw the image of the lock screen, he had the urge to throw his phone in the corner as well.
Alas, despite the hefty paycheck, he really didn't have any money to spare. So, his phone was spared the same fate as the papers.
There was a good reason why he still lived in a cramped apartment with only a single room.
On the lock screen was the image of him and a beautiful woman smiling, and the man didn't seem nearly as tired and annoyed in the photo.