“Start by tomorrow night. I want quick results.” I ordered.

“Don’t worry. This is what I am best at!”

I nodded, my eyes turning to look at my wife, who was looking furiously at the man dressed in a grey shirt, black pants. My eyes dimmed, and a wave of storm rushed into my mind. I turned to stand up immediately and walked to her side, but before I had taken my second step, Posh spoke up, stopping me in my tracks, “Sit back.”

“What does that mean?” I turned to him, though my ...