The night came to a satisfactory end and Kyle knew that he needed to attend to business the next morning.
He didn't know anything about his agency but he realized he needed some information regarding it. Thankfully, the invention of the Internet would prove invaluable as he got everything he needed to know online.
Kyle realized that this agency was on the verge of bankruptcy and wondered why he wasn't given a top agency, this thing could spawn cars so there was no way this would be an impossible feat for it.
Kyle couldn't complain, his life was perfect as a knock on his door brought him back to reality.
It was morning already and there were no calls from Calista, it looked like she wasn't as desperate as he thought but with this agency, there was another means for Kyle to get her attention.
She knew him as a cashier at a rundown store, it was no surprise that she was losing interest so fast.
The only thing that caught her attention then was the money, nothing else.
Kyle has searched up and watched the kind of movies she has acted in, the fact that it was basically softcore porn and still didn't have any decent viewership was enough to inform him how bad it was and watching it confirmed this.
Kyle attended to the door and a few men walked in, he had called people to help him renovate his apartment, and he had enough money to cover whatever it cost.
He didn't just call anyone either, he called the best of the best and Mr. Jones was surprised that Kyle had this much money at his disposal.
He went from not being able to pay rent to having a car, paying his rent, and now renovating his room.
Kyle left them in his apartment as he stepped out, spotting a surprised Mr Jones who was staring at him.
"Good morning Mr. Jones. What can I say, blood money, am I right?" Kyle joked but Mr Jones was beginning to consider this possibility even though he knew that it was unlikely, this would be the only explanation as to how he suddenly came in possession of such wealth to begin with.
But Kyle was walking towards Jones putting the older man on alert.
"Are you okay? You look like you have seen a ghost," Kyle said with a smile.
"You're renovating your room?" Jones questioned, not even trying to hide his surprise.
"That is right and you don't need to worry about removing it from my rent either," Kyle reassured him.
This was his way of thanking him for all he had done for him and also because money was no longer a problem for him.
"Good morning Mr. Kyle…" A voice greeted but Kyle couldn't see the person because of Jones standing in their path however he recognized the voice.
"Clarissa, is that you?" Kyle asked as Clarissa peeked from between her father's legs.
This was part of the reason Jones was so understanding when it came to Kyle, it was because of his relationship with his family.
Clarissa looked at Kyle with a big smile on her face, she was no more than 7 years old and was one of two kids that Mr. Jones had.
"Boo!" Clarissa exclaimed the moment she popped out between her father's legs.
Kyle had seen her but pretended to be startled nonetheless just for the sake of it.
"You scared me half to death!" Kyle exclaimed before glancing over at Jones, who glared at him.
"I mean, you scared me real good!" Kyle corrected himself just as fast, Jones didn't tolerate certain language around his kids as they were still at an impressionable age.
"It looks like you're on your way to school… " Kyle said, noticing her backpack to which Clarissa nodded.
" The bus is taking forever, I might have to drop her myself," Jones pointed out.
" Or I could help you drop her off? I'm already on my way out," Kyle responded.
" Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to trouble you," Jones wanted to be sure he wasn't an inconvenience but Kyle didn't mind this.
"Sure thing! Clarissa, do you want me to take you to school or your grumpy old dad?" Kyle asked with a smile on his face.
Jones noticed that he was a lot happier, his smile actually felt genuine for a change.
"I WANT TO GO WITH YOU!" Clarissa barked at the top of her lungs.
"Not so loud dear…" A feminine voice said behind them and it was no other than Mrs. Jones.
Mrs. Jones was a dark-skinned woman, she was the definition of thick as she had the rare combination of these features without the stomach.
This was proof that she got this body through hard work and that would go in hand with her occupation as a gym instructor.
"Good morning Mrs. Jones…" Kyle greeted, Mrs. Jones had dead eyes also known as "fuck me" eyes so Kyle has always been uncomfortable looking at her right in the eyes.
Mrs. Jones was dressed up in a black crop top that kept the weapons on her chest concealed along with black leggings that did anything but leave little to the imagination.
She had a gym bag over her shoulder telling Kyle that she was about to head out.
"My darling wife, you see Kyle here has offered to drop our daughter in school," Mr. Jones said promoting Kyle to laugh awkwardly.
" Is that so? Does this superhero have room for one more?" Mrs. Jones questioned in a suggestive voice.
Kyle didn't want to be rude so he gestured for them to lead the way downstairs.
" I owe you one…" Jones whispered. He just wanted some time to himself, such was the life of a married man.
" Maybe slash my rent?" Kyle responded.
" Yeah, no. That's not happening," Jones responded even though he knew Kyle was kidding around.
The door shut and Kyle managed to catch a glimpse at the bazooka that Mrs. Jones carried behind.
It was impressive, the buttcheeks weren't only big but they had the perfect shape.
"Keep it together, Kyle." He thought to himself as they headed to his car.