DROP SIX
Hector worked hard the entire morning, and he was satisfied with his progress on fulfilling the orders. It wasn’t much, one was an alteration, the owner of the vest had simply gained a few kilos. The other was a typical bodyguard’s chest protection, the bare-minimum that insurance would cover. Hector hoped the poor guy wouldn’t run into anything serious. And the third order, still waiting to be made, was one of his armour-as-fashion-statement pieces.
He noticed that those were picking up steam in the market. He needed to do something about it. Jotting it down in his ever-expanding to-do list, he drank some coffee and went back to work.
As his hands performed their task, his mind wandered. He was now living with two women under the same roof. Imagine that. His thoughts turned to
