Saviour Boy (All American Boy) by S.L. Sterling




Grant



I had just sat down when Gale rounded the corner, holding what appeared to be a service order.

“Grant, I’m sorry. I missed this one. It was on my desk under the orders from yesterday.”

I glanced down at the work order. “Did you take this call? This order is over at a storage facility outside of town. I recognize the address. I stored my belongings there when I went overseas.”

“I did. It’s not the business owner either. It’s for one rental locker,” she said, coming around my desk. “Yes, right here. Storage locker number sixty-four,” she said, pointing to where she had marked it.

“Gale, I don’t think they even allow this.”

“No, not normally, but the guy said he had written permission from the business owner. He agreed to provide it to us when we were there.”

“Alright, I guess I will have to be the one to go install the system then, since I gave the guys their assignments for the day.” I grabbed my coffee and headed to the back of the building to get the equipment I would need.

I drove to the storage facility just on the outskirts of town and went directly to locker sixty-four. The door was open, the locker full of furniture along with a windowless white van. I put my truck into park and climbed out. I walked around to the back of my truck when a man emerged from the front passengers side of the van, raising his hand to me in greeting.

“Hey, are you the alarm guy?”

“Yep.”

“You have what I ordered?”

“Sure do. Five of the best cameras and monitoring.”

“Great.”

“Honestly, I think five cameras is overkill for the hallway. You can get away with two for less than half the price.”

“Oh, they aren’t going outside the unit. They are for inside.”

“Okay, but you know that cameras are to protect your stuff from being stolen, not to watch from inside.”

“Yes, I know. I have something precious to me in here and just want to be sure it will be safe. So, I was going to have you put four cameras in here and one outside.”

“No problem,” I said, getting right to work.

The guy watched me like a hawk as I worked to install the cameras in the locations he had asked. As I got off the ladder, I backed up into a table covered with a sheet, almost knocking it over. He flew across the room, grabbing the table before I could, and glared at me.

“Please, touch nothing,” he gritted as he carefully righted the table, standing and glaring at me.

I backed away slowly, and a few minutes later, I had connected the other two. I left him instructions on how to access his video feed, quickly taking a copy for my records in case, in the future, he forgot how to access them.

I watched as a sly smile crept onto his face as he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and paid me the twenty-five hundred dollars for the system I had just installed.





Becca



“Becca, are we keeping you from something important?” Mr. Dickson turned around and glared at me from over the rim of his glasses.

I could feel my face heating as my eyes met his. I suddenly felt like a child who had been caught doing something she shouldn’t be. I glanced around as the entire boardroom lifted their heads from their notes they had been making and looked at me. I shook my head. “No, sir.” I swallowed hard. “It won’t happen again,” I said, struggling to silence my phone, which was still vibrating on the boardroom.

“Then please, either answer whoever is messaging you and make them go away or shut your phone off,” he said as my phone went off again, annoyance settling on his face.

I quickly shut the phone off, apologizing profusely for the interruption.

“Don’t apologize to me, Becca. Apologize to all your co-workers who would like to learn about our spring promotions before the season kicks off. I’m also sure that most of them would like to get out of here on time for once on a Friday night, especially after the Christmas season we just had,” he bit out, turning back to the whiteboard, continuing right where he had left off.

My co-workers turned their attention back to the whiteboard. I, however, sat there barely listening. I knew I should have excused myself to take that call. I could practically hear Jace’s angry voice on the other end of the line. My stomach turned as the memory of what had happened just one short week ago ran vividly through my mind after not answering a call from him. I knew I should have called my brother right after it happened, but I didn’t. Instead I figured he would go away if I ignored him long enough. Apparently, I was wrong.