**A Week Later**
Going home was something that Reiner didn’t look forward to and that was precisely why he hasn’t been home in many years. After running off and living life as he pleased for many years, he had decided that it was time to head home. Unfortunately, he owed his old man some explanations and perhaps an apology or two. All in all, Reiner still disliked the idea of going home.
A few days earlier, Reiner received a call from the old man asking him to take on a job. That was the moment that he truly regretted telling the old man that he was going to head home. It was just like the old man to make some profit to line his pocket in all situations.
“You’re heading there anyways…” the old man said like it was no big deal.
“Find someone else,” Reiner snapped.
“It’s a C-rank job. It should be child play for you…” the old man said.
“Exactly. Anyone can do it. It doesn’t have to be me,” Reiner argued back.
“The client requested for you. They’re willing to pay the rate of a S-rank mission,” the old man replied.
“Send someone else. Stop overcharging your clients. It won’t be good for your business in the long term,” Reiner said, sounding bored.
“I’m not over charging them. They were the ones that offered. Are you even listening to me?” the old man said, sounding slightly annoyed.
“You just want to make more money. Just admit it, old man,” Reiner said and he wasn’t teasing.
“And what’s wrong with that?” the old man asked.
“Nothing. Find someone else to take the job,” Reiner replied emotionlessly.
“You’re heading there anyways. I’ll chip in a private jet. You can fly it, right?” the old man offered.
“I don’t want to take on any job…” Reiner said stubbornly.
“Transport the package in a jet. When you arrive, I’ll send you the instructions from the client. Don’t open the package. Simple,” the old man stated convincingly.
“Doesn’t these simple yet over paid mission makes you wonder what is inside the package?” Reiner asked.
“Well…considering the people who live on that island, it could be something really wild. However, rules are rules. You must not open a client’s package. This is a transportation job. We transport and that’s it,” the old man said resolutely.
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