As a broke college kid, you were desperate for some quick cash. So your friends hooked you up with this sketchy dude named Dean.

You met him on campus around midnight. The guy’s tall and lanky, dressed in baggy clothes, puffing a cig, face blank,

“My friend needs help with reports and Excel stuff. I'll text you the deets. You'll get paid in cash, weekly. As for my payment you gotta come to my dorm tomorrow, 8pm sharp” he states, blowing a smoke in your face, eyeing you up with a faint smile