Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the streets as Ethan parked his truck in a busy suburban area. 

The system had marked this spot as prime for an afternoon crowd — families, students, and workers heading home early. Ethan had learned not to question its logic.

With a deep breath, he stepped out of the truck to adjust the menu board, listing lunch items in bold, colorful handwriting. 

As he climbed back in, he felt the familiar hum of anticipation. The first customer of the afternoon usually set the tone for the rest of the shift.

Within minutes, the orders started rolling in.

"Two chicken sandwiches and a side of fries!"

"One burger with extra cheese, hold the onions!"

"Can I get three tacos and a lemonade?"

Ethan worked efficiently, his movements smooth and practiced. The lunch rush was different from breakfast — people wanted heartier meals, and they didn't want to wait long.

The buzz of his phone interrupted his rhythm. Balancing a tray of sizzling fries, he grabbed the phone with his free hand and pressed it to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, boss, it's Kara," came the familiar voice on the other end.

Ethan's stomach tightened slightly. Calls during a shift usually meant trouble. "What's going on?"

"We're out of takeout packs," Kara said, her tone laced with frustration. "I thought we had enough, but the lunch orders wiped us out. What should I do?"

Ethan glanced at the line outside his truck, then at the time. "Alright, give me a minute. I'll order more and have them sent over."

"Thanks," she said, relief evident in her voice.

"Just hang tight. They'll be there soon."

Hanging up, Ethan quickly navigated to a delivery app on his phone. He placed an urgent order for takeout containers, directing them to Kara's truck's location. 

It was a little expensive for same-day delivery, but it wasn't worth losing customers over something so small.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket, exhaling. "Crisis averted," he muttered, turning back to the grill.

The rest of the shift went smoothly. Customers kept coming, drawn in by the smell of grilled meat and freshly baked buns.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Ethan was wiping sweat from his brow, the inside of the truck finally quiet. He packed up the remaining ingredients and flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed."

When he arrived at the lot, the other trucks were already there, lined up neatly as their drivers waited for him. Kara, Danny, and Luis greeted him with tired smiles as he stepped out of his truck.

"How'd it go?" Ethan asked, leaning against the hood of his vehicle.

"No more disasters after the takeout packs," Kara said, giving him a thumbs-up.

"People loved the burgers today," Danny chimed in, looking pleased with himself.

Luis nodded. "Good location. Your planning was spot on as always,"

Ethan suppressed a grin. They didn't know about the system, and he intended to keep it that way.

One by one, they handed over the cash they had earned, each carefully counted and stored in separate envelopes. 

Ethan took the money, jotting down the totals in a small notebook he kept for bookkeeping.

"Thanks for having us, Ethan," Kara said as she handed over her envelope. "This is honestly one of the better jobs I've had."

"Yeah," Danny added. "Feels good to work for someone who actually cares."

Luis didn't say much, as usual, but his quiet nod spoke volumes.

"Alright," Ethan said, holding up his phone. "Text me your account details so I can transfer your pay."

As the notifications rolled in, Ethan quickly calculated their earnings for the day, deducting a small percentage for the business. The rest went straight into their accounts.

Kara checked her phone, a smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, boss."

Danny whistled. "Man, I've never made this much in a single shift before."

"You've earned it," Ethan said simply.

Before they left, Ethan gave them a few final instructions.

"Park your trucks in the usual spots overnight," he said. "I'll check in with you tomorrow morning before the breakfast shift."

The group nodded, climbing into their vehicles one by one. As they drove off, Ethan watched their taillights disappear into the night.

Now alone, Ethan leaned against his truck, letting the quiet settle around him. The lot was empty except for the hum of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of crickets.

He glanced at the system's phone, still sitting on the dashboard.

"You've got me running around like crazy," he muttered with a smirk.

The system didn't respond, of course, but Ethan felt a strange sense of gratitude nonetheless. It had given him the tools to turn his life around, and for that, he couldn't complain.

After a moment, Ethan climbed into the driver's seat, the day's earnings locked safely in a small safe under the counter. 

He drove the truck to its designated spot, parking it neatly among the rows of other vehicles.

As he stepped out, the cool night air hit him, and he stretched his arms above his head. His muscles ached from the long day, but it was a satisfying kind of pain — the kind that came from hard work paying off.

With one last look at the truck, Ethan started the walk home, the city lights guiding his way.