Chapter 25: Horace
Horace found the time to thank Ava. “I wouldn’t have this job if you hadn’t pushed me to it,” he said, sitting across the table from her.
They had moved to a separate one so he could talk to her.
The rich Asian waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever. This will do, for now. But don’t make yourself comfortable in this dead-end job. There are things out there for you, heights to achieve, money to grab.”
She made a thin, wiry fist and her jewelry tingled.
Horace blinked at that. “Wha-How? Wait, you mean there’s more?”
She scoffed like a rich person. “Of course there’s more! Look around you. Cars, clothes, jewelry. Money.” She said the final word like Danny DeVito in the movie Heist.
Horace felt weird hearing her. He wanted to laugh, but her words somehow grabbed at his in
