He lingered and I wondered if he actually felt lonely then. Then he snickered and told me to dump more before returning to his office. The pornography blasted through the halls. Anal. The sound of balls slapping a woman’s vaginal lips echoed as I did as commanded, dumping more from his infinite wallets onto the market, sending the Bitcoin to his personal treasury, where he would blow it on Big Macs and Onlyfans.