#Chapter88
But things were different now. The last time he'd pulled a full shift, he'd stood there, holding onto the iron balcony that formed a bull ring around the two staircase mouths, he'd watched and watched, but not a single person had gained his interest. And he had a feeling he could watch every night for the rest of the month and not a damn thing would change.
In fact, as he popped the door to his office, a spacious detail of space that had been kitted out with comfort and luxury, he found himself thinking that he could have watched the floors for a year straight and his newfound attitude would have prevailed.
Cuz fuck, the kid had really done a number on him.
