JC POV:
I woke up from the sound of the alarm, as I remembered that I had to go to London today for a week to close off a deal with a very powerful underground mafia. I hurriedly finished my morning routines, got dressed in sleek black suit with glimmering silver Rolex in my wrist. I swiped my hair back, making me look more mature and sleek. I walked out of the room, as last night's events with Jim replayed in my head, resulting in a subconscious smile creeping up to my lips.
I entered the dining room, as saw that small boy sweeping the floor, simultaneously wincing at each stretch of the muscle. He gazed up with his round deer eyes, as I pretended to ignore him and paid attention to my breakfast instead. I would often steal glances at him, as he continued to clean at a slightly fast pac
