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New York 1987

Stan was accepted into the Trump Organization after sending his resume to Trump Tower on Park Avenue. He had left his family in New Jersey to travel to New York. His life was honestly mediocre, and it was finally about to change.

For weeks, Stan had been driving to the docks. Stan came from a conservative family, and God forgive him for even thinking about another and letting himself be carried away by lust. He never stopped, but he didn't know if that made him a better or worse man. Finally, after being accepted, he decided to drive to the docks. He drove around like crazy, determined not to stop. But he finally stopped, staring at a group of prostitutes. He stared straight ahead, completely nervous, gripping the steering wheel tightly, ready to restart the engine and get out of there.

Damn, he would really spend the little money he had on a prostitute.

He bit his lower lip, holding onto the steering wheel, thinking deeply. Looking at the group of prostitutes, he saw one of them approaching and nervously tapped his fingers, tempted to accelerate before she even got close.