Shawn Taylor's POV:
'You are free!' The officer announces, opening the door of my prison. ' Congratulations!' His voice is almost sarcastic. He hands me my belongings, which include my smartwatch, phone, wallet, keys, and jacket. 'I hope your stay was comfortable. Do not forget to fill in the feedback form.' He pursed his lips at my glare, stifling a smile. 'Though it would hardly matter.'
I know he is enjoying it. He must. It ain't regularly he sees the luxury crumbling to dust. Besides, I know he has a specific grudge towards the niche. He was always pleased with my grim expression, never responded to my requests and never failed to treat me like crap.
His stern face turns into the biggest scowl when I walk past him, but he did not let out a single syllable. At the moment, I underst
