#Chapter20
Suppressed
RIVER
It had been years since I last played guitar, and it felt good to hold it again. As soon as I started picking a few chords, it felt like I had never stopped—those chords, the feelings, the thrill of listening to my voice and melody. When I enjoyed playing and singing for him, Krew had decided to call it a night—he cut the fun.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t argue with him when he said he had a lot of things to do tomorrow. It wasn’t a surprise. He always had, considering he was running a billion-dollar empire on his own. Since I was not anymore his employee, it was a disadvantage on my end—I had no more idea about his schedules, and I couldn’t exploit his hospitality than I already had.
I met his gaze and about to say something when he already shook his head as if he just read my mind.
/"You’ll get paid. You will receive the same amount you signed in your paycheck./"