Chapter 10

Harry’s POV

One year later

“Hey, Art. What’s going on outside?” I asked, noticing the hordes of people crossing the street, and blocking my view of the front window.

Arthur leaned in closer to examine the crowd,

“I don’t know, Harry. Some sort of protest.”

“Protest?” I repeated.

“For what? Did someone die?”

“Hey, don’t ask me. Driving and body-guarding your ass is enough work. I don’t have time for current events.” He complained, falling back on his seat with both of his hands on the wheel.

I laughed and shook my head.

“I never should have hired you.”

“Should have said that to yourself five years ago.” He remarked, taking a sip of his water bottle.

I chuckled at his boldness. If someone hears the way he speaks to me, no one would think I’m his boss. He sounds more like a brother. A dad at times, which is not appropriate since he’s not that old. But he should be married with kids by now.

“Looks like