“Damn it, hell no!” The buzzing noise of his clipper couldn't alter his amusement. The stare was uncalculated. The clipper dangled in-between his hands. The mirror was a great assistant to reveal every step she took. Mr Ortiz shouldn't be aware, giving his priceless jewel to a common barber sounds like a taboo. With his earpods fixated to his ears, lost in some deep financial conversation, heavy golden necklace blistering around his fatty neck, his skin mapped with tattoos.“Remember, buddy. You've gotta stay focus when trimming Mr Ortiz hair or anyone related to him” “I don't want any bad review” these words rung heavily through Johnson's skull.From the slums, he was orientated with the art of owning control, but this time her curvy waist, her lips which looked juicy from afar, each elegant step she took towards their direction, was enough in yielding to be bewildered.Johnson knew the cost of being caught in the act, his eyes were now fully locked on the hair of his assigne

Oh Cinderella, weren't you done?” The voice echoed. Meters away from the kitchen's entrance.Composure and professionalism gripped his whole body. Johnson had hastily zipped up, moving his body far away from Vivian’s,who rested on the table.In the dark, swiftly rearranging their bodies. Johnson remained perplexed. He was assured that they were double footsteps.“Papi, I thought it was going to be the upper week” carefully Vivian moved away from the table, in full anticipation to receive both of them.“Hello Mr Garcia” with her hands spread wide open.In a split second, everywhere became bright.“Oh perfect Garcia, now this is brighter” Ortiz Alvarez's voice thundered.Garcia was fully kitted in his industrial coat, with a face cap that covered his short curly hair. From the edge of the bar table, Johnson could boldly read it.‘EL GARCIA OPERATIONS’ Fully crested on the side pocket of his shirt. Interior maintenance was a bi-weekly routine at the gigantic billionaire’s mansion. Vivi

The lights went dim and faintly swallowed the whole room. She remembered, no she was fully confident that these precious pairs of hers would lay softly in its secret safe place. “Oh Ari darling, you've got to be hasty. Sticking to your punctuality habit would cement a special place in the heart of Mr Mark” Ariana smiled, her back bent down, as she scanned vigorously, beneath the old wooden shelf erected at the edge of the small room. “Yes momma, I know. I've still got an extra hour ahead” with a gentle echo.Their abode, a small bungalow, resting in the heart of the rusty town of Montiel, far kilometers away from the affluent city and the luxurious estates. There were two other occupants. Silent neighbors that were barely around. By the side of the old wooden frame that embodied their mattress, her back remained bent. She knew that wasn't the normal tone of her mother's. While she shuffled through the racks, she pondered on the atmosphere in the sitting room.“Ready to bag my firs

“The heck Dawson thinks he's doing?”“Sanctioning us earlier, then laying us off without proper scrutiny” in a shaky voice that battled against the chirping sounds emanating from the greens and trees surrounding the compound.“Oh, now Juliet, you removed the Mr from his bloody ass name” interfering with a slight smirk, sided with a chuckle that twisted her face.Both of them, just in the middle of the small room, buttocks heavily glued on the crooked wooden chair. “Josephine, this is so awful” shoving off the flying insect, which produced musical tones by the edge of her right ear.“I was hoping on this month's wage to clear off some major debts and also keep the gift I promised my daughter” her voice creaked.“Julie, we've got to find a way out. Mr Dawson never treated his employees right, we won't wallow in this abjection. F**k that dude, a proper bully”Juliet tilted her face to the black ancient clock that dangled on the scruffy wall. The crickets increased the tone of their c

The paintings were still arranged in sequence. The portraits, every member of the Emerson’s family, hunged close to the bunch of flowers. Johnson beamed with smile. This place, his first fortress that groomed him with love and warmth. The scenes replayed back in his head. The yard with the nearby neighbors, the basketball court then, now turned into a grocery store. He wondered when that occured, perhaps it's been years he used the unusual route to his Boss's abode.A bungalow that oozed elegance, a Ford mustang and a smalll Toyota Camry parked in front, flowers and greens serenading each corner of the Emerson's crib. Johnson moved closer to the flower vase where the portraits lay, he grinned from ear to ear as his hands up picked the one where he carried baby Joaquin and little Lily, resting her head on his arms. The thirteen years old boy in picture then, fully transitioned into a man now. Slight strands of hairs already covering his chin and jaw, the ones his upper lip weren't v