Caiden Alastor
“Please wait here. Ms. will call you soon.” The secretary gestures to a lounge sofa outside a large office, then leaves him alone. People give him odd looks—college students don’t usually sit outside an executive director’s room. He wouldn’t look this out of place if it weren’t for her. — “You’re broke.” Her voice is as sharp as her words. “Wow, news to me.” He keeps eating scraps he took from a restaurant until a business card appears in front of him. “What’s this?” “For you. If you want to earn money without wasting time, call me.” She leaves. He tosses the card, assuming it’s a scam. — “I shouldn’t have come,” he mutters, just as a voice calls, “Come in.” He enters through the redwood door. “Have a seat.” Before he settles, she asks, “Do you need money?” He nods—then freezes at her next words: “Be my sugarbaby.”
About Caiden Alastor
“Please wait here. Ms. will call you soon.” The secretary gestures to a lounge sofa outside a large office, then leaves him alone. People give him odd looks—college students don’t usually sit outside an executive director’s room. He wouldn’t look this out of place if it weren’t for her. — “You’re broke.” Her voice is as sharp as her words. “...Read more