"Hey!"

There were screams. Muffled.

"Hey! You fucking asshole!"

"HEYYYYY!"

The youngish man took off his ear buds. Non-chalantly looked over at the screaming man. Why did that face look so familiar? It wasn't just the face actually. Something about the way he was moving. The man outside was bouncing from one feet to...

I got the rollie on my arm and i'm pourin Shawn Don,
and I roll the best weed cause I got it goin on.

After he hung up the phone that's what he swore was playing in the background. Where the hell was his boss? Why would he be listening to such...

He liked the color that the agency picked out initially.  blue .

But nobody else seemed to. Shawn wasn't sure whether they really disliked the blue... or if they were pretending not to.

It wasn't "their" color people said. My God, Shawn thought to himself. Is this what he had clawed himself...

When you see a deer you're supposed to slam the brakes. Reduce speed as much as possible. After that, if a  collision is inevitable. You have to let go of the brakes. If you keep the brakes on the front of the car slopes down. And the deer will go...

The tests showed neither conclusive evidence for good or bad. Basically he wasn't going to die from it anytime soon. But the  doctor s weren't willing to say that he would not die from it. He could still die from it. The numbers were still high. But they weren't so...

"Do you think they understood?"

"Yes. Walter might act dumb. But he's actually just as sharp as Christian."

"Okay good."

"That doesn't mean we are off the hook?"

"Oh?"

"No. Even though he got the message. Doesn't mean they'll be able to deliver."

"Should we consult a different--"

"No. We can't have this coming back to us....

Wednesday morning, quiet at the office . The junior employees had yet to arrive. Usually they'd have one of their playlists blaring through the Sonos by now. There would be chatter here and there. The occasional outburst of emotion used in response to something another person said. Contemporary small talk.

This...

Lindsay watched a sleeping Steve caress the laptop. Silly guy. He didn't know anything. The  laptop itself didn't contain the  BTC . That's not how it worked. But to a normie like Steve, how could he understand how it did. To him that  computer was like a briefcase full of...

This time the dumbass sent Diego the public key or the wallet address. Diego smiled. He used the term dumbass in endearment. What silly goose would send their private key to a stranger over email?

He made sure it was still the same dumbass. He could tell it was, because the...

Out of all of the people Diego contacted, most didn't reply. The ones who did, sent their actual  public key . However, one idiot sent their  private key . The guy must've generated their first wallet and copied and pasted the wrong damn thing. Even though the wallet UI explicitly...