Ray leaned back in his busted gaming chair, still breathing a little heavy from all that laughing earlier. The cheap monitor was still showing big numbers across a few tabs he hadn't closed yet. The money was already in. A lot of it. Way more than he expected from just five minutes of spinning.
He took a long, slow breath, eyes still glued to the screen.
'What's gonna happen to those gambling site admins now…?'
The thought only lingered for a second before Ray slowly shook his head.
'Fuck it. Their job was shady as hell from the start anyway.' He respected real workers — like bank tellers — way more. That's why he never made them targets.
His stomach suddenly growled loud. Only then did he realize he'd been surviving on nothing but that chalky protein shake and cold fried eggs all day. Outside the dirty curtains, the afternoon sun was still bright, warm light spilling into the messy room.
