Crocodile Skin;
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Ino stared at the address on her phone and ground her teeth. Whilst she would have been happy to complete the request, it was only to deliver a package and then return back home, it just so happened to be the end of her shift. She had not agreed to this as part of her contract, but arguing with her line manager at Baroque Works wouldn’t have made a jot of a difference.
Ino paused, then punched a text message in for her neighbour who was watching her son tonight. As much as she wanted to see him, bills also needed to be paid.
The fair-haired girl collected the package from the main office before driving down to Rain Dinners, the casino – a place she had never delivered before. It seemed a little strange that her employees would even supply anything there. But Ino had learned not to ask questions. Not too many, anyway.
Finally, she arrived at the casino and was not able to find her recipient. The photo of him appeared threatening and Ino wished to find him straight away so tried to hail the attention of the bartender. Hopefully he knew them?
“Ah… excuse me, I have a delivery to make for a Daz Bones?”
