Slater was not just Argie's boss but also his benefactor, who had given him a job when no one else would. His poor parents owed the man a great deal of money, and Argie couldn't risk offending the not-so-kind man.
"I was just about to leave, Mr Slater," Argie said quickly, trying to avoid further trouble with his boss.
"About to leave? You should be halfway through the journey by now. ." Slater barked. "Get moving, already."
"Yes sir."
"Don't move," Blaze commanded and for some strange reason, Argie halted.
Then he tilted his gaze to the infuriating man, disgust flashing in his eyes. "How much will it cost to get Argie off your hands permanently?"
"What?!" Argie's jaws dropped.
Slater's thick brows shot up.
"You are joking, right?" He scoffed, though his eyes instantly gleamed with opportunity. He gave Blaze a slow, greedy once-over, his eyes lingering on the luxury cruise ship anchored behind them.
"Do you see me smiling?" Blaze's expression remained dark and unreadable.
