Jace's POVAs he'd said, before the time to open the bar, Harold was already outside the bar. He came dressed in a blue elegant tuxedo. He came in a Bentley and I stared at it long before he spoke the first words. “Jace. I see you're doing good this morning,” he said. I nodded. I had not gotten around to texting my boss about my sudden decision to leave the bar and go to a place with the promise of a better pay and a place to lay my head every night. But now, I didn't think there was time to do that anymore. “Good morning, Mr. Harold,” I said. He nodded. He had a smirk on his face. “The bar is going to be open soon, I wouldn't want my boss to find me just standing here. If you don't mind sir, I'll just open up and wait the next one hour until he shows up then I can leave with too.”By the time I was done talking, he was frowning. He shook his head in disapproval and then took hold of my hand. Pulling away would have been a sign that I wasn't comfortable with him so I held still.
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