When that ‘Thorn’ said he’d be watching me like a hawk, he meant buisness. Because tell me why his visits have become more frequent since then, and even the staff here are shocked by his sudden appearances. Some have worked here for years without ever seeing him in person. So, I'm wondering, "What the heck?"
It’s like he’s taken this grudge personally, and he’s not coming alone. His devilish spawn of a daughter always tags along. I swear, that girl takes pleasure in creeping me out, standing there and staring at me like I’m some sort of experiment. Who do they think they are? Father and daughter — both after my life.
“Hey, can you give this paperwork to Mr. Hawthorne? I need to go quickly,” my colleague Lucy says, thrusting a stack of papers into my hands. The office is practically empty
