The Rent is Due, and So is the Guilt

He didn’t want to do it.

But when the rent’s due, the fridge is empty, and your boss drops the word “restructuring,” you start picking up calls from strangers with burner phones.

The guy said it was a delivery gig.

“Just a hand-off. No talking, no names, no eye contact.”

Cash up front. Unmarked bills. The kind of job that finds you when you’ve stopped looki…