RACHEL'S POV
She got to her office and dialed Max's number. “How is it coming up?”
“I'm touring the areas. A few truants are outside. They scaled the school fence I guess, but I haven't seen who matches the personality I want.” He answered.
“Good. Let me know when you find one.” Rachel Said.
“Yo! Nothing about my salary?” Max asked.
“Send your details.”
“But you have it.”
“You, pig! Should I have it stored in my head? You either send it or kiss goodbye to your money!” Rachel threatened, dropping the call.
MAX'S POV
“b***h!” He cussed, lighting a cigarette.
He puffed out smoke through the open windshield as he scanned the environment he was in.
None of these people match the personality he wants for the job. He threw the fifth cigarette stub and sighed in frustration.
Just then
