Corruptions Are Best Exposed In The Autumn!

Chapter 26 - Everyday, At 10 PM

I looked down at my phone for the 100th time to check the time, and threw on my jacket and scarf. Now that I became a manager and have been working for over a year, I finally bought a new pair of shoes so I could stop relying on my old brown boots: a pair of white sneakers.

As I tied my laces, I checked the bus schedule on my phone, and exited out the door. It was time to visit the tower.

Locking the door behind me, I jumped down the stairs as if running away from a fire, and dashed to the bus stop. For an important rendezvous such as this, I had to get there early.

"What?!" I screamed, startling kids and mothers around me outside at the stop. The bus had broken down completely, and there was a 20 minute delay until the next one.

"Fuck, I won't make it on time!"

I reached in my pocket for my phone, and dialed a number to call a taxi.

There's just no way in hell I'm being late for this!

"Hello, can I get a yellow cab please? My address is -"

"Sorry, we're fully booked until 11 PM."

"You fucking kidding me?!"

I almost slammed my phone onto the ground. At this point, a few mothers had already ran away with their children, and only old men darted their eyes at me. I didn't care, however - I was in full panic mode, and I paced back and forth to find a solution.

Shit, I can't run there on time either.

"Need a ride?"

On a bike was Mr. Meyer, who screeched to a halt next to me on the side of the road. "You look like you're in a rush, buddy."

Never has a rush of relief ever circled through my body as hard as this.

"You're a lifesaver!"

I explained the situation to him, and he nodded while observing me as I jumped on the backseat of his bike. He then chuckled, and patted my shoulder.

"I've never seen you so anxious before in my life," he admitted. "When you were late to our academy practices, you weren't even half as anxious as right now!"

"U-Uh..." I stared at the back of his black leather jacket. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize. It just shows she means a lot to you, right?"

"Haha, you're right, but we're probably just making up and becoming friends again."

"I see. Well anyhow, hold on tight!"

For a moment I had forgotten that Mr. Meyer used to be an athlete himself - his feet spun the pedals like a spinning fan, and they only went faster when we traveled uphill. Not a single moment passed where I let go of his waist; I may as well have told people I was riding a motorbike instead.

"Fuck, slow down, I'm going to die!"

"Hahaha!" he laughed. "Do you want to make it on time to Febai College or not?!"

"Fine, fine! Just please don't kill us!"

We zoomed past the various brick buildings and streetlights on the bike lane, even surpassing a few cars on the road due to the traffic.

"Hey," I tapped on his back as he pedaled. "How did you know I needed a ride?"

"Lily saw that postcard you had from earlier today," he explained, which caused my eyes to widen. "He told me that you might need a ride since the buses were going through maintenance today, and the taxis are usually busy on Monday nights."