Chapter Seventy-One: Bad Buddy 

Orion’s POV

It's the weekend.

I'm supposed to be elated because it's one of those days that I stay off work. Instead, I don't feel good at the very least.

Snapping my book shut, I return it to the shelf. Reading is a habit I picked up while working in the bakery. When I'm less busy, I read to while away time.

And idle as a statue, I had to finish off the pages I started, but I'm just not feeling it.

The warm coffee brings out steam that diffuses in the air, filling the room with its strong odor.

“Hmm.” I put the thick mug to my lips and draw a slurp, enjoying the creamy taste.

Setting it down, I pick up my journal instead, I glance through my records, adding and subtracting as usual. It takes me about thirty minutes to be done with balancing the records and I'm barely making a profit.

“How come?”

I frown, going over the calculation for the second time. This time around, I'm more careful.

Still, I arrive at the same result.