One of the suppliers spotted Yeezy and beckoned him over with a subtle nod. Yeezy approached cautiously. As they met, they exchanged a handshake, a certain pattern that seemed like a secret code only known to their group.
"What's up, bro?" the supplier greeted, maintaining the facade of casual conversation.
Yeezy returned the handshake and leaned in slightly, playing along. "Not much, just chilling. What's on your mind?"
With a compelling speed of action, the supplier leaned in closer. "Listen, man, I'm the only one on shift tonight. The others got caught up at the factory, some unexpected issue. I need a favor."
Yeezy raised an eyebrow, curious. "What do you need me to do?"
The supplier explained, "I've got to make some deliveries tonight, and I can't do it alone. My boss won't be happy about it, but I'll make it worth your while. Will you accompany me on this run? Strike a deal?"
