Tyler relaxed in his chair and crossed his legs. "I was in prison for three years, convicted of aggravated assault. My Dad used to be a sanitation worker. Are these answers satisfactory?"Jenna winced at the young man and pushed back in her chair as if he were untouchable. "So you are an ex-convict? This was a mistake. I don't think we hire criminals in our organization. Besides, your family appears steeped in poverty, barely getting a morsel to eat.""We don't hand out jobs as alms," Ben said with a snort. "If we knew a homeless ex-convict had applied for this position, we would've struck that name from the list!"Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I think you already know that I was an ex-convict and the son of a sanitation worker. In fact, someone tutored you on how to deal with me before the interview started."Tucker, the man to Jenna's right, slammed his hand on the table. “What nonsense are you blabbering, wastrel! Are you really here for an interview? Is this how you behave
Clyde was so frustrated that he barely spoke anything as he led Tyler into the claims department hall. The manager felt acid reflux rising in his throat as he realized their devious plan had failed miserably.Jennifer had asked Clyde to bribe and coax the interview panel to reject Tyler and humiliate him in the process. Instead, not only did they hire the young man, but he was promoted to an officer position. The CEO, Donald Glover, himself intervened and signed his joining letter!What had gone wrong in his plan? Did Tyler have influential connections? Did the guy have friends in high places? That was highly unlikely, considering his low socioeconomic background.“This is your table,” Clyde said reluctantly, showing him to an empty cubicle. “Let’s see whether you can actually read English.”Tyler ignored the manager’s insult. He seemed to be on the verge of a stroke.“By the way, what happened in the interview?” Jennifer asked with scorn. “Why was Mr. Glover so impressed with you? Di
Tyler had barely used his mystical energy in Peridot City and had a full stockpile bubbling to be exploited. He was itching to unlock one of his abilities that would be perfect in the current situation."Guardian Hermes," Tyler said aloud, radiating mystical energy into the vacant hall. Guardian Hermes was an ability to manipulate any setting or situation related to commerce. The setting could be a bank, an insurance company, a business establishment, a corporate office, a library, a conference room, and so on.Skyline Insurance's claims department hall suddenly came alive. The furniture and stationery rattled, and files and pen caps snapped open. It was as if invisible hands had seized control of the objects in the room.Pens scribbled vigorously; pages flipped by themselves; rubber stamps trampled; staplers clicked. Everything happened uniformly, neatly, and at breakneck speed.Within ten minutes, the mountains of files had been reduced to nothing. They were deposited to the dispatch
"What the hell am I doing here?" Barney exclaimed as he alighted from the bus with Tyler. "And don't you have a car to drive us around?"Tyler patted the guy on the back. "I have a bike, but the passenger seat is reserved for my near and dear ones. So the bus was our best option. Besides, I didn't ask you to accompany me. Your boss did."Barney rolled his eyes and grimaced. Tyler was his designated partner, and they were supposed to go on all field trips together. But that didn't include suicide missions!When the manager, Clyde Smith, read Donald Glover's message aloud, Barney was the first to object. The CEO wanted Tyler to handle the Red Vipers gang account. Not only was the young man a newbie, but letting him deal with a notorious gang was like signing his death warrant.However, Barney's protest backfired heavily. The angry manager ordered him to join Tyler. The duo's task was to refuse the gang's insurance claim to their face."I don't want to die!" the bespectacled guy exclaime
A thick layer of makeup covered the young woman's face, making her appear more mature and slightly different in facial features. She was wearing a silver wig and overly glamorous clothes. However, Tyler, having grown up with Isabella, immediately recognized her.The scene before the young man made little sense, no matter how much he tried. Why would Isabella become an erotic pole dancer at the infamous Cinderella bar? Wasn't she employed as an accountant? Why did she lie?Isabella was talented, charismatic, and street-smart enough to land a decent job herself. Even though the Greens were a middle-class family, they took pride in their cultured manners and habits. Working as a dancer at a shady bar would be antithetical to the family's foundational values.Tyler grew up with Isabella and thought he understood her really well. However, the girl's current choice of profession confounded him. Tyler winced as he saw middle-aged men salivating at Isabella's dancing. As she spun, bounced, a
Connor giggled drunkenly and grabbed Isabella by the arm. She struggled viciously, but it was pointless. The man was tall and burly, while she was a slim young woman.Connor overpowered Isabella and threw her onto the couch roughly. "Why are you scared of me, sweetheart? I just want some love!""Please let me go, Mr. Bailey!" the girl wailed in panic. "I have to get home before it's late!"The manager guffawed. "Don't lie to me. I know very well you kept the erotic dancer job a secret from your parents. Do you want me to call up the Greens and tell them the truth?""Yes, call them! But don't hold me here! Unlock the door!"Isabella picked up a lamp to defend herself. The manager bit his lip, realizing his tactics weren't working. The situation could spiral out of control. He raised his arms as if in surrender."Please let me talk to you once, okay, sweetie? Just calm down for a moment. Sorry about my misbehavior. I've had too much to drink. I'll let you
“Get the fuck out of my office!” Connor barked, reaching for his dropped pants. “Guards! Guards!”The manager was furious because his sexual adventure with Isabella was rudely interrupted. He had been fantasizing about it for months.However, before Connor could make a movement, Tyler’s right hand flashed in unexpectedly, landing a heavy slap across his face. The impact threw Connor across the room, and he landed on a glass table, shattering it into bits.“Your bouncers are all incapacitated,” Tyler said, not even bothering to look at the slumped man. “Stay right there if you want to live.”Seeing her disheveled clothes, he approached Isabella and quickly covered her body with his coat. The young man breathed a sigh of relief because Connor had not undressed her yet. Her modesty was intact.After the evening shift ended, Tyler had meant to confront Isabella about her secret, dishonorable profession. However, she was summoned to the manager’s office. She did not exit the room for fifte
Tyler tried to soothe Isabella's nerves. She had just gone through a harrowing physical experience and barely escaped being violated. An average female would be already in hysterics."I work for Skyline Insurance in the claims department. I was in the building regarding Cinderella Fashion Agency's policy. But never mind how I got involved in this issue. You are safe now, and that is all that matters."Isabella bit her lips and nodded. Tyler's explanation made sense, and she realized she was being unfair to him. Does a survivor treat her hero like that? Moreover, he was a beloved childhood friend."I'm sorry I didn't mean to attack you," she said with a bitter smile. However, a look of exasperation was persistent on her face. "I'm just rattled by the bizarre events of tonight."Just then, they reached the Green residence on Maude Street. As the cab drove off, Tyler offered Isabella a bottle of water. "Before you go inside, you can tell me what's on your mind. I can see something is bot