Your Boss Is...

Luther got up when he heard the door to the small bedroom creak open. He folded his arms and let out a hiss when his gaze leveled on a plate of cold beans.

"I can't take this anymore! How much longer do I have to stay here?" He groaned, taking the plate off the other man's hands.

The man, who had brought him to a hideout without disclosing his name or properly stating his intentions. He had had his doubts about this man, but when the police hadn't caught wind of his location, he began to speculate his earlier judgment of him.

"You are welcome to leave anytime you want, but by employer won't lift a finger to help you when you get caught." He said, then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Luther dropped the plate on the bed, he charged at his rescuer, pulling on his shoulder. "At least get me a phone, I need to call my family and let them know where I am. I need to check up on my business-"