RACHEL'S POV

She got to her office and dialed Max's number. “How is it coming up?”

“I'm touring the areas. A few truants are outside. They scaled the school fence I guess, but I haven't seen who matches the personality I want.” He answered.

“Good. Let me know when you find one.” Rachel Said.

“Yo! Nothing about my salary?” Max asked.

“Send your details.”

“But you have it.”

“You, pig! Should I have it stored in my head? You either send it or kiss goodbye to your money!” Rachel threatened, dropping the call.

MAX'S POV

“Bitch!” He cussed, lighting a cigarette.

He puffed out smoke through the open windshield as...