It had been an awesome day at work. Kyle had a wonderful time with all the customers, who, for some unfathomable reasons, seemed less annoying than they normally did. The cherry on top was Mr. Finlay’s absence from the store. Kyle didn’t hate Mr. Finlay. At least not a hundred percent. The man, for all his faults, wasn’t truly evil. Regardless, Kyle was relieved to get a break even if it was only for one day. His mood dimmed a little after bidding farewell to some of the employees on shift with him. The five bodyguards reminded him of how little privacy he had at the moment. They might not trail after him into his tiny apartment, but he couldn’t seem to go anywhere without them hovering somewhere nearby.
He tugged his brand-new jacket a little tighter around his body, which promptly cause
