Stiles froze instantly as he heard the voice, he gently turned, his eyes fell on Mr Thomas who was walking towards him with a scornful face.
“Hey you brat were are you coming from, and who was that you were with?.”
Mr Thomas asked as he turned again to take a glance of the car Stiles Just came down from.
“Answer me brat?.”
He spoke as he clenched his fist and gazed so venomely at Stiles.
“Sir, I got a job and I was brought back by my boss.”
Stiles said as he took a step back to avoid being hit.
“You got a job.”
Mr Thomas burst out in laughter as he gazed at Stiles who was looking straight at him.
“You got a job, where exactly”.
Stiles, still in a shock phase, stood and stared at him, thinking of what to say, beads of sweat building up his face, his heart throbbing faster than usu
