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    CHAPTER 5
     
     
    Beck
     
    Thank God Saylor was gone before our boss shouted my name. I’m not quite sure she’d remember my last name anyway, but today there’s been one too many close calls and I’m beginning to wonder if working this closely with her was a bad idea.
    The tall, lanky middle-aged supervisor holds the door to his office open, his nostrils flaring as he waits for me to enter. He doesn’t have any height on me and I’m easily twice his size so his intimidation tactic is being wasted on me. I take a seat across from his desk and don’t flinch as he slams the door shut.
    “What the hell kind of move was that out there today? You want to get yourself killed? Were you trying to impress someone?”
    I watch as his nostrils blow in and out, one slightly larger than the other. This is why I’ve never had a boss, besides Eddie. The power goes to their heads and they think they can bark orders, bossing me around like they own me, much like the few women I’ve dated. No bosses, no steady girlfriends, definitely rules I shouldn’t break.
    “Sorry, boss, I won’t do it again.” It’s best to just apologize so I can get out of here.
    “Like hell it won’t!” He begins a rant, his voice getting louder with each sentence while his nostrils flare wider and wider.
    Tuning out, I think back to how I got in this position. Eddie got killed. Saylor had no one to take care of her. Eddie left me as the custodian of his life insurance for Saylor since she wasn’t eighteen yet. I tried to talk to her after the funeral but she avoided me at all costs possible. I didn’t push, I should’ve, but I let her do her own thing… kinda. I put space between us but I was never far, helping her when I could without her knowing. I lost her once, she disappeared from town and I spent a good chunk of that time trying to hunt her down, but she eventually came home on her own. It was probably one of the happier moments in my life, there aren’t many so it’s easy to remember the ones that are.
    The old man leans over the desk, his hands firmly planted on the edge. I’m not sure how much of this nostril flexing I can handle. I should’ve forced Saylor to listen to me all those years ago. We could’ve continued on with Eddie’s legacy, working in his garage and I would’ve never had to go to paramedic school and take this stupid job. Saylor loved cars, she was always excited to watch her uncle work and never hesitated to ask exactly what he was doing. Her passion for mechanics died with him. I continued his work, rebuilding cars for rich people so that I could have time to watch over Saylor and not have to work for ‘the man’.
    Interrupting him, I stand up and nod. “I got it. Stay safe, wait for backup, follow protocol. Right?”
    He stands frozen, surprised by my actions, but he nods, a bit dumbfounded. “Right.”
    I turn to exit his office but he says my name again and I look over my shoulder.
    “Nice work today.”
    He reaches over and holds out his hand. I stare at it then slowly then shake his hand. Now, this part of having a boss isn’t that bad but I’d still rather work for myself.
     
    Saylor
     
    Calvin’s fingers walk up and down my arm and I do my best not to jump out of my skin from the unwanted attention. The bar is crowded yet again but tonight, it’s just the two of us. His finger lingers on my bare shoulder, tracing the outline of my tattoo.
    “You know, I’m sure one of the doctors in this place could get rid of this for you.”
    I scrunch my nose and pull back my shoulder. “Why would I want that?”
    “Come on, Saylor, it’s not a very professional look. I mean look at Beck, patients are scared of him because of his.”
    I roll my eyes. “He covers his up during shift, just like I do. You only know he has them because you saw him change in the locker room… just why, exactly, were you watching him change in the locker room?” I cock my head to the side,