“You’re an unemployed grown man still living with his mother! That’s what you are! You’ve turned idleness into a bloody job description and expected us all to clap along.”
The chatter in the pub dipped. Van Cleef didn’t move.
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗲'𝘀 "𝐕𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐟" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞:
