The car pulled up to the construction site as I looked up from my journal. Mr. C stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to me a wide grin on his face.
“I knew you would be good for something Reader.” He spoke and looked around “Now, where are they?”
“I’ll explain in the office.”
“Stop being difficult-“
“I don’t want anyone hearing.” I spoke silently as he nodded.
“Fine. Get in the car.” He got back in the car. I sat on my seat and looked at him. He looked kind of annoyed but calm. I leaned back in my chair and hugged my journal tightly to my chest. It was a quiet ride back which made me uncomfortable. Was he mad at me for not telling him there and then? Well he can’t hurt me he needs information, right?
“What are you thi
