David was making a delivery to a wealthy teenager he had encountered during one of his regular deliveries some time ago. Ever since, he had been supplying goods to the young man. Currently, David found himself waiting at the rich kid's door, for him to answer and open the door.
"Hey, come in, man," the guy said with a warm smile, eagerly opening the door and extending his hand for a friendly shake.
"Let's just get this done, I have places to be, Hunter," David said, his eyes scanning the surroundings of the house, taking in all the luxurious things.
"Yeah, I understand. Come on, follow me to the dining room," Hunter said, leading the way with a confident stride.
"So, do you have the cash?" David asked, his gaze fixed on Hunter, now that they had arrived at the lavish dining room.
"Yeah, he's got the cash, but I've got a deal," an older gentleman announced as he entered the dining room, casting a curious glance at David and flashing a smile.
"What is this, Hunter?" David asked, shifting his gaze between Hunter and the older man, his curiosity piqued.
"I'm John, Hunter's dad," John introduced himself, his smile widening as he extended a hand for a handshake, offering a friendly gesture.
"I'm David," David responded with a straight face, accepting the handshake cautiously, still maintaining a sense of wariness.
"It's good to finally meet the person who's been selling my idiot of a son weed," John remarked, a smile still lingering on his face as he approached the table, taking a seat, with Hunter seated beside him.
"So, what are you going to do now that I'm here?" David inquired, his eyes shifting between John and Hunter, a mix of curiosity and caution in his expression.
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to see if I could get some more of that wonderful weed," John responded, looking at David with a slight smile, his request catching David off guard.
"What? Come again?" David exclaimed, his brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.
"You see, I stumbled upon my son's stash of weed, and as a former weed smoker, I took a hit, and it brought back memories of the good old days with a beautiful kick. So, I decided to take it to my scientists, and they were astounded by its quality. They even got high on it themselves," John explained, his smile widening as he recounted the story.
"Well, that's interesting and all, but what exactly do you want?" David asked, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.
"What I want is more weed, but at a cheaper price, or even for free if that's possible. Please, take a seat," John replied, gesturing for David to join him as he settled into his own chair.
"And why should I agree to this?" David questioned, his eyes fixed on John, curiosity mixed with a hint of skepticism.
"Because, as it stands, your customer base is likely limited to your neighborhood. However, with me and my son, we can open doors to a much larger customer base," John asserted, his statement receiving a nod of agreement from Hunter.
"Let's talk business," David responded, taking a few moments to ponder the proposition. A glimmer of excitement flickered in their eyes, as all three of them shared a smile, recognizing the potential for mutual benefit.
For half an hour, they engaged in a discussion, deliberating on the details of how their collaboration would work. Ideas were exchanged, plans were crafted, and concerns were addressed. Finally, when they reached a mutual understanding, they sealed the deal by shaking hands, solidifying their agreement.
"It's really great that we could come to this understanding," John expressed, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, I feel the same way. As a gesture of goodwill and to kickstart our partnership, I'll leave you this bag of weed that Hunter was supposed to purchase from me," David said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the bag, handing it over to John.
"Thank you for this," John replied, taking a moment to appreciate the bag of weed, giving it a sniff before passing it to Hunter, who followed suit with equal intrigue.
"But I have to ask, why didn't you ask for any money in return?" David inquired, his gaze fixed on John, curiosity evident in his expression.
"Because I already have everything I want. I don't need any more money. That would just be greedy," John explained, his response resonating with David, who nodded in understanding.
"Well, I better get going. I have things to do," David stated, taking his leave and making his way to the front door. He stepped into his truck, started the engine, and drove away.
David drove his truck to the warehouse, where he found Armando already inside, patiently waiting for him. After arriving, David took a moment to compose himself before proceeding to explain everything that had transpired with John and Hunter. He recounted the unexpected encounter, their conversation, and the agreement they had reached, providing Armando with a detailed account of the events.
"So, when do you think we'll start hearing from them?" Armando inquired, both of them taking a seat on some chairs in the warehouse.
"Probably next week. They mentioned needing to talk to a few people first," David responded, meeting Armando's gaze with a thoughtful expression.
"We're finally moving up the ranks. But do you think we should start ordering larger packages?" Armando suggested, his eyes scanning the still packaged weed on the table.
"Let's focus on the upcoming package for now. We can consider expanding after that," David suggested, his attention also drawn to the neatly packaged cannabis.
"Agreed. Let's get back to work," Armando stated, rising to his feet and heading over to start packaging the weed into smaller bags. David followed suit, joining him in the task at hand.
Some time had would passed, and David and Armando were now meeting Mr. T to claim the significant package they had rightfully earned.
"Like I promised, here's your package," Mr. T said with a hint of excitement, standing alongside David and Armando. They watched eagerly as the cargo was loaded onto Tucker truck.
"Thanks," Armando and David exclaimed simultaneously, their gratitude evident as they witnessed their hard-earned rewards being secured.
"And here's the rest of your money, just as I promised—only half," Mr. T declared, handing back a duffel bag filled with cash to Armando.
"So until next time," David remarked, stealing a quick glance at the duffel bag in Armando's possession.
"Yeah, but I have one more surprise for you," Mr. T said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Mr. S promptly brought forth another duffel bag, placing it at the feet of David and Armando, further fueling their curiosity and excitement.
"What for?" David questioned, his curiosity piqued as he eagerly opened the duffel bag.
"For you both to be better protected and prepared whenever I require your assistance on future jobs," Mr. T responded, as he carefully polishing his sunglasses.
"Well, I suppose we appreciate it," David replied, his gaze fixated on the assortment of guns, ammunition, and body armor neatly arranged inside the spacious duffel bag.
"Don't mention it. Also, here's a place where you can try them out or receive some training," Mr. T offered, handing Armando a card before slipping his sunglasses back on.
"Thanks, we'll keep that in mind," Armando acknowledged, stowing the card away, while David nodded in agreement, a silent gesture of gratitude.
"Well, until next time, boys," Mr. T bid farewell, walking away toward his car, pausing briefly to have a conversation with Tucker.
"I suppose they're starting to take us seriously if they've entrusted us with firepower," David remarked, a mixture of pride and determination evident in his voice as he secured the duffel bag onto the back of the truck.
"Yeah, I guess so," Armando replied, his gaze scanning the surroundings, a sense of heightened awareness settling in.
"Let's get going, guys. We have tasks to accomplish," Tucker chimed in, striding past them and heading towards the driver's side of the truck.
"You heard the man. Let's move," David declared, his tone filled with resolve, leading the way as Armando followed closely behind.
Upon reaching the warehouse, the three of them wasted no time unloading the cargo of weed, efficiently transferring it inside and stowing it away.
"I suggest getting a forklift; it would significantly speed up this entire process," Tucker suggested, closing the door of the hauler truck.
"We were actually going to ask if you could handle that for us and perhaps look into getting a dedicated hauler truck so we don't have to keep sharing," David replied, his gaze fixed on Tucker.
"I'll look into it for you guys, but I'll need some funds to make the purchase," Tucker responded, meeting their eyes with a serious expression.
"Here, take half of the money that was initially meant for Mr. T," Armando said, handing over the duffel bag to Tucker, his voice filled with determination and gratitude.
"With this amount, I can likely get you the forklift, though it might require some additional funds," Tucker responded, studying the contents of the duffel bag, his mind already calculating the possibilities.
"We'll gather more funds for you, but let's prioritize acquiring the forklift first. We can discuss the hauler later," David asserted, a firmness in his tone as Tucker nodded in agreement.
"Understood. I'll investigate and give you a call once I have everything sorted," Tucker replied, a sense of determination in his voice, as he walked away and drove off in his hauler truck.
"I suppose we should take those gun lessons," Armando remarked, retrieving the card that Mr. T had given him and handing it to David for inspection.
"Absolutely. We can't afford to be inexperienced with them if we want to excel at our job," David agreed, examining the card before returning it to Armando.
They both proceeded to prepare their delivery bags, following their usual routine, engaging in conversation throughout the afternoon.
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