The massive stack of boxed wine towered higher than the tallest skyscraper in the city, casting its shadow over the only stock person on shift; Luka couldn’t help but groan at such the large delivery that was brought into the store.

Contemplating just how important the job really was, Luka shrugged yawned, turning around to go to the break room, “Fuck this, I’m going on lunch. Somebody else can take care of it.”

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