Chapter Eighty-Five

"Do you sleep here or something?" Jaden shrugged as his colleagues pushed him gently while entering the gaming house. It's still early and they hadn't opened for customers to start coming.

"What do you mean?" He asked, dusting the monitors.

"It's still 6:35 a.m., man! Who comes so early?" John hovered over.

"What about you guys?" He raised a sly brow.

"Well, we are old staff and the managing director gave us a new task." Madison's voice found its way into their conversation.

"I'm trying to keep this job, so I'm sorry if I ruined your plans or something. Besides, I will be getting off early to visit my mother in the home care organization." He explained to them, knowing fully well it was a lie since he was keeping a different record.

"Home care organization? Is your mum sick? Did you ask the director for leave?" John asked anxiously, staring at him.

To them, it took a month or two before they were granted leave.

"My mum has dementia, you know." He grunted pretentiously, rubbing his fore