Chapter Twenty-Seven
I don’t go to him that night.
Or the next.
And things might have gone on like that forever. With me serving my time and pretending my employer in the main house doesn’t exist.
But the following Monday as I jog down the school steps after dropping Wes off, a large man steps in front of me. He is swarthy and olive-skinned. Definitely not a black man. But for some reason, he reminds me a lot of Javon. Other than the difference in skin color, their overall vibes feel the same. This guy is big and bulky, with a suit so tailored, it somehow reads like a uniform.
I freeze, my throat filling with fear.
And then, as if to confirm my suspicions of whose payroll he’s on, the man says, “Got someone who wants to talk to you.”
I blink, not understanding. Also… “Um, I am expec
