DAMIEN
‘What was he doing here?’
Immediately, John stopped driving, I stepped out of the car. My eyes were still lathered in shock as I couldn’t wait to spill out the questions brewing in head.
“Kenneth!” I called out and the worrisome look on his face grew as he snapped his head in my direction. My ever—so agile security guard took slow steps as he moved towards me, with his gaze dropping to the ground.
“What are you doing here?” I asked the long awaited question, and he stopped walking.
“Sir, it’s not really what it looks like.” He tried to explain, fidgeting as those words left his lips.
“Do you mind enlightening me about what it actually looks like because you are meant to be guarding the mansion and not here in the mall with one of my cars?”
“I was ordered!” He said, after taki
