“N-new boss...?” Mim whispered.
“B-bullshit, don’t give me that!” He cried.
As he said that, police sirens began sounding.
“S-s**t!” Mim cried.
“Don’t worry, boy, if we get out of here now, we can escape the government’s watchdogs.”
“What the hell are you on about!?” Mim shrieked.
“You’re the one who needs to run; I haven’t done s**t!”
“Now, now, what did I say earlier?” The man asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I told you, the uprising assistant jealous of his boss’s power killing his boss for the glory…it makes quite the juicy story.”
“But there’s no evidence. I didn’t even touch his body!” Mim shouted as tears began to well in his eyes.
“OPEN UP THE DOOR.” A policeman shouted through a megaphone.
“We don’t have time, Mim!” The man angrily whispered.
“Alright!” Mim cried.
“I’ll go
