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The Department Store
Author: Jericho Chase
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Barry returned home in his security uniform. He met Snow, feeding the koi fish.

“Hey, Snow, I'm home,” Barry said.

“Welcome home, brother.” Snow turned and was startled to see Barry donning a security uniform. “W-what are you wearing?”

Barry chuckled softly. “This is my uniform. There isn't much to do around here aside gardening. I hate being idle, so I convinced my new master to get me a part-time job.”

Snow raised an eyebrow. Barry could tell from her expression that she didn't approve.

“A security guard? Isn't he paying you enough to watch over his house?” Snow asked.

Barry knew he had to lie better than that or else the questions won't stop coming.

Snow wasn't stupid.

“Snow, I only have to work Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I have Tuesdays, Thursdays, and the weekend to watch over his mansion. Look on the bright side. I'll have two sources of income so I can afford the items you need for school.”

Barry knew in due time, Snow would grow suspicious of his sudden wealth. He
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