"The boss usually handles the beggars?"

I turned around to be met with Hayley's angry expression and accusing finger.

The security guards marched towards me and just as they were going to touch me, Hayley ordered them to not touch my right arm.

"Hayley, I can explain, " I pleaded. She turned her back to me and went in the opposite direction of where the security guards were dragging me.

"Hayley!" I continued to call out to her but she didn't even spare me a glance.

I frowned at the burly security guards that stood at the front of the door. They were both dressed in the same suit, wore the same low cut hairstyle and the same dark shades with an ear piece in their ear. They basically looked like the same person.

Both men folded their muscular arms and looked over my head, not even bothering to look at me. I loudly groaned out of frustration and sat on the clean, tiled steps of the glass building.

Seriously, what do they use to clean this place?