Alexander walked out of the restaurant’s dim entrance with the cool night air hitting his face as he made his way toward the private parking lot. He wasn’t alone because four of the guys from the bar were trailing right behind him with steps slightly unsteady from the whiskey but their moods completely elevated. When they reached space number five the group crowded around the clean black sedan "Well well so look at that, it’s the official rookie car" said the man in the tailored suit while running a hand over the hood "It’s a nice ride but when I passed my initiation the network handed me a brand-new BMW."

The rugged man in the flannel shirt let out a loud scoff and crossed his arms "You guys got lucky because they gave me a damn Chevrolet Cruze for my start" said the flannel-clad man while shaking his head "I had to do my first three assignments in an economy sedan."

"Oh so you think that’s bad?" said the third guy who was a slender man with a sharp haircut "They literally handed me the keys to a base-model Nissan because do you have any idea how hard it is to pick up high-society women in a Nissan since it was absolute garbage."

Stephen burst into a roaring laugh while slapping his massive thigh "Haha, they gave me a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution for my first week!" shouted Stephen with a proud grin "It was absolutely fantastic and I still keep it parked in my garage for track days."

Alexander unlocked the doors making the lights of the Audi flash in the dark "So the car actually matters?" said Alexander while leaning against the driver’s side door.

"The ride they give you at the start depends directly on how well you handle your very first mission" said the suited man while leaning his shoulder against a glass pillar "I heard a rumor about a guy in the capital who got a Ferrari right out of the gate because his performance was legendary but hey since I’ll admit it because I was completely precoz on my first night."

The group instantly turned their attention to him grinning widely as the camaraderie took over "No way so seriously?" said the man in the flannel shirt.

"I swear to God" said the suited man while laughing sheepishly "When they invited me into this network I was young and stupid since I just desperately wanted to get laid so I walked into the hotel suite and there was this gorgeous mature woman already lying on the bed with her legs wide open completely pleasuring herself. The tension was so insane that the moment I got inside her I immediately finished haha because I was an absolute amateur."

"Damn man so what the hell did you do after that?" said the slender guy leaning forward with a smirk.

"What else could I do?" said the suited man while puffing out his chest "I immediately went down on her to use my fingers to keep her completely satisfied while I waited for it to get hard again and then I took care of business until the end like the real man I am."

The men erupted into loud cheers and laughter shouting and slapping the suited man on the back as they stood under the parking lot lights sharing their most embarrassing corporate secrets like a band of brothers who had survived the exact same strange battlefield "The real money is in the corporate sector kid" said Stephen pointing a thick finger at Alexander while leaning his massive frame against the hood.

"You need to break into that executive circle so trust me, those high-ranking female executives are almost always single or bitter divorcees" said Stephen "The ones who have kids are a little tougher to crack because they have an anchor in their lives but the ones who are completely alone are starving since they have mountains of cash just waiting to be spent on a high-quality package."

The man in the tailored suit raised his glass into the air with a wide grin "He’s completely right haha!" said the suited man "Those corporate women achieved success entirely on their own by fighting every single day so when they log off they don’t want a relationship or a deep conversation.

They just want a brutal satisfying ride with zero commitments and zero dramatic scenes since there are absolutely zero annoying attempts of please leave this agency life behind because I will provide for you haha!"

The slender man with the sharp haircut stepped forward waving his hand to dismiss the corporate talk "No no, you guys are completely wrong since the real money is actually in the creative industries" said the slender man while shaking his head "Art gallery owners and high-end fashion designers and theater directors, those women are completely wild and out of their minds.

They don’t just want a quick physical session since they want an entire artistic experience so last month a famous sculptor paid me double my usual rate just to stand completely naked and perfectly still like a Greek statue in her private studio while she worked and then she absolutely rode me ragged right on top of the wet clay."

The rugged man in the flannel shirt let out a loud snort crossing his arms with a knowing smirk "You guys are chasing pennies compared to the true goldmine" said the flannel-clad man "The real fortune is hidden in the inheritance sector with wealthy young widows whose older multi-millionaire husbands just passed away leaving them with massive estates and private yachts and absolutely no restrictions.

They are grieving and they are incredibly lonely so they will literally throw black luxury credit cards at your face just to have a strong quiet man hold them tight in a massive empty mansion before turning them inside out on a hundred-thousand-dollar bed."

The man in the tailored suit checked his gleaming watch and looked back at Alexander with a sympathetic nod "We would love to help you out on your next few assignments kid but there is a golden rule that absolutely everyone in this network follows" said the suited man while patting the Audi’s roof "Rookies are strictly left to walk alone so they can actually learn how to stand on their own two feet."

"I completely understand so thank you all for the advice and the good intentions" said Alexander.

He stood by his driver’s side door and watched the group split up across the private lot, Stephen walked over to a roaring lifted luxury truck that perfectly matched his massive frame while the suited man pulled out a key fob for a pristine whispering Rolls-Royce.

The slender guy climbed into a low-profile screaming Ferrari sports car and the rugged man stepped into an aggressive blacked-out luxury SUV so each high-tier asset climbed into a machine that flawlessly complemented their specific fantasy style leaving Alexander alone with his simple Audi sedan ready to finally find his own path.