That’s it. I’m at my limit,” Josie told Zane. “Let’s go. Take me to the new warehouse and I’ll drop the load.”
Zane got behind the wheel and drove her out.
When she left, it wasn’t just a simple ride. A full squad of heavily armed soldiers escorted Josie out.
We’re talking a hundred million tons of food here.
They couldn’t afford even the slightest f**k–up.
Once they hit the designated drop–off point, Josie didn’t hold back. Right in front of everyone, she unleashed it. Whoosh. Mountains of grain surged out of her space, piling up in the new warehouse.
They put it straight to the scales.
It was dead on. Not a single pound was missing.
Her reliability was off the charts.
The official in charge beamed the moment he saw the mountain of grain. He stepped forward, grabbing Josie’s hand with fake warmth. “Miss Quinn, you really are a powerhouse! Truly a woman who puts most men to shame. With such great power, it’s only natural that you should shoulder even greater responsibilities…”
I’m getting paid for this,” Josie said, her voice ice–cold. This isn’t charity work. Cut the crap and let’s finish this. I want my payment so I can get out of here.”
With that, Josie turned and walked away.
she didn’t give a damn about saving his face.
She wasn’t looking for a career in politics, so she had zero reason to kiss anyone’s ass.
She was a lone wolf. As long as her own stomach was full, she didn’t have anyone else to worry about.
There was no point in wasting her energy on people she didn’t even know.
Despite the blatant snub, the official didn’t let his smile slip. He just chuckled. “Young people today… so much personality. We have to be patient and understanding with real talent! As long as someone contributes to the country–whether they’re in the system or not–they’re a hero!”
Clap, clap, clap.
The crowd behind him broke into a round of applause.
Even with the world going to hell, they still played these stupid games.
Josie just shook her head.
This was exactly why staying independent was the right call. Dealing with the government was a headache she didn’t need.
And that’s how it went. Bit by bit, Josie used her space to help the government move their entire stockpile to a secure location.
As they were about to head out for the final run, Josie looked at Zane. “Pay me now,” she said. “I don’t exactly trust you people.”
Zane gave a booming laugh. Tine. Have it your way.”
He’d spent two days around her. It was clear as day: Josie didn’t trust a soul.
When it was time to eat, she never touched the food or water they offered.
She only ate what she brought herself.
It was the same story when it came to sleeping.
She refused the government dorms. Instead, she’d go up to the roof alone and pitch her own tent.
She was a total lone wolf. She didn’t let anyone get close.
She didn’t even try to hide it–she wanted nothing to do with the government guys.
A few of the soldiers hated her lone wolf‘ act, but they couldn’t say a damn thing. Not when her storage space was that massive. She was too useful to piss off.
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They kept their mouths shut.
But they sure as hell didn’t like her.
Zane showed up with her pay. He didn’t just bring the agreed amount; he’d added a generous bonus on top.
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