“How can I help you, gentlemen?” I ask as I walk to the counter and one of them, the older one pulls down the glasses he has on. He is definitely Tobias’ bodyguard. He was one of the guys that were driving the car the other night if I’m not wrong.
“The boss wants to see you.” He says and I crease my brows.
“Who exactly is your boss?” Just because I might recognize him doesn’t mean I’m certain I know who he is.
“Mr. Walker.”
Just like I thought.
“Right, tell him I’m at work and I just can’t show up when he feels he needs to see me,” I tell him and turn my attention back to the computer screen expecting he will leave but he is just standing there staring down at me.
I don’t know why Tobias would think he would send his bodyguards to my workplace which he already knows about and make de
