“Good evening Mr. Hayes” a polite man approached me as I stepped outside the gates of Meadow restaurant, I glanced at the man and knitted my brow. ‘This is not a familiar face’ I thought, staring at him questioningly as he was blocking my pathway.
“I’m Chris, the temporal assistant sent by Grayson” my eyes flashed with a surprised glint. When did I ask for a new assistant, were Hudson and Grayson taking me as a kid? I found it funny. I looked up at Chris, “I don’t need an assistant, you can go back now to Grayson and convey my words” I uttered with no expression and attempted to walk past Chris he stopped me, “Mr. Hayes you can decide to fire me if I don’t perform well with my first work, but you can’t discharge me” he asserted and followed behind me as I was about to walk back into the
