[INSURANCE! We the dwelllers of the underworld are humans too! We need Insurance too! Get your Insurance today.]
Fucking hell? What clown made this? I tore the letter apart into bits and pieces and threw it in the trash. There, insure that you third rate swindlers.
Ok, next one will be better. More productive. Fitting of my status.
I pulled out the next letter from under my makeshift weights and tore the top of the envelope.
"This is bad," Ki Yeo-Jung's voice came from the sides. "This is really bad."
I ignored the conversation and opened the mail instead. The stamp seemed familiar, I wasn't sure where I had seen it though.
"What is?" Vanessa asked, not moving her eyes away from the news paper.
"It looks like... We are going to get bankrupted."
Bankrupt.
My ears perked up.
The letter was addressed to bankrupt?
No, damn it. The letter. I was focusing on the wrong place.