The Right Turn (5)

Harry hummed as he closed up the shop for the day. 'Another good day! Oh, I can smell the money! When that boy gets back he better come up with some new products. Maybe he can design some stuff to break after a certain amount of use so they have to buy a new one?' A bright smile flashed across his face as he stroked his chin.

Harry's tail wagged happily behind him as he headed through the streets towards the apartment. 'I have to admit, it's kind of quiet without him. But it's a relief that I don't have to risk my life for a few credits each day anymore. Why didn't I think of something like this.' Harry frowned as he greeted a few of the other shop owners in passing.

'Oh, that's right. I did... I was just crap at it. If Jason didn't teach me how to make these things, then I'd have no clue where to start.' Harry sighed. 'Well, beggars can't be choosers. I'm earning good money now.'