MAX POV.
"Hey boss, you busy?" I heard my young employee Micheal asked, and I slide out from underneath the car I was fixing and stared at him with raised brows.
"Obviously," I deadpan. I stood up and dusted off my dirty baggy jeans. I wasn't wearing a shirt, and my skin gliterred with dirt and sweat.
Micheal rubbed the back of his neck looking sheepish, and I knew he was going to ask me for one of those stupid favours of his.
"I'm sorry to bother you boss, but I haven't fixed Mr Davidson's car yet. Can you help me start working on it today? I_I have a date."
I sighed heavily fixing a grim expression on my face, "seriously Mike, I wouldn't have hired you if I knew you were just going to do as you please. You come up with one excuse after another."
He clasps his hands together with a
