It was a day like any other at the warehouse where I work at. If not because of the summer heat, I would not be lazing around on the office chair like this. In the upcoming days is my 25th wedding anniversary. My 38-years-old-yet-still-beautiful wife has been telling me that she doesn't need anything, but the thought of her not wanting anything is bothering me every hour to the point that I have not been sleeping well these past nights.
"Excuse me, Mr. Head Receiver ?" An employee suddenly comes into my office.
"Ah new guy, just call me Richard. I don't deal well with formalities."
"Y-yes, Mr. Richard !" The new guy replied.
Since I'm a pretty easy-going guy, I don't really like it when my subordinates refer to me as an important figure or something. I am just the guy that keeps every listed shipment on this warehouse are thoroughly inspected, checked, and stored properly. And since this company is underpaying guys like him, I like to ease up their burden a little bit.
"So, what is it, boy ?" I asked him.
"It's the cargo number 17 that just arrived today sir, I have checked its paperwork and it was registered under a different name, and since it didn't match with our database, I can't register it on our system."
Every once in a while, something sketchy like this happens and it can only mean one thing. It is something that was supposed to be kept under the radar and registered as lost at sea.
"Leave it at that, I will be checking on it in a moment," I told him that, without further explanation.
The sun is shining and the cicadas are crying. I got that shipment to deal with, even though there are so many things on my mind already. It makes me hungry for my wife's delicious spaghetti. Since I didn't receive any information from my higher-ups about it, I guess this is the work of someone at the bottom. Who? How much they paid him? Even though I am the one who is in charge of everything that went in through that warehouse door. This is like a slap to my face, and thus I must do my job and inspect it properly this time.
I went to the storage room immediately. To be honest, I am quite scared of the content of that said cargo. The thought of finding something and uncovering it is giving me anxiety. As I go through the numbers which are displayed on the crate, I came across it. There it is, number 17. I grab a crowbar that is nearby and pry it open. To my surprise, it is filled with horse betting tickets.
Richard is a family man, he's a hard-worker and a man with vision despite his age. However, everything changes since he discovered horse racing. Richard got addicted to betting to the point that he bet everything including his children's college fund. Outraged by his act, his wife took the kids and file a divorce paper. On the day that he lost everything, he cursed himself and the entirety of the horse racing, as he grew resentment towards horses. With all being said, this is only the beginning of his journey to becoming a literal horse lord.