Chapter four

Dave POV

I'm so happy I've found something else to do as my job. And Mr. Charles? He's just such a nice man. He even offered to buy me some clothes. 

"Thank you so much sir," I said and entered his car. 

I sure hope this job doesn't require much brain work. I'm not that educated. I stopped going to school the moment my father died. And I didn't get a chance to enter the university of my dreams. 

"So, what's your shoe size?" He asked me. 

"I've not paid attention to that," I replied. 

He must have noticed my exceedingly worn-out shoes. I started feeling like I wouldn't stand a chance of getting that job. After all, I can't keep wearing just one set of clothes and people there won't notice. 

We reached a big shop and he tells me to come down from the car and I did. 

"I'm going to park my car. I'll be back in a minute." He said. 

I stood there in astonishment staring at the building.

 Mr. Charles cane back. 

"This is a boutique." He said and I nodded. 

We went into the boutique and my jaws dropped. Everything was so shiny and new. 

"Hello, Charles." I heard a man say. 

"Hello, my good friend." Mr. Charles replied. 

"It's been a long time since you've stepped foot in this place. It's almost as if you've forgotten about me." The man said. 

"You know I can't forget you, my friend. It's just that work has got me occupied." Mr. Charles replied. 

"Haha. If you say so. Who is this with you?" The man asked Mr. Charles. 

"Oh. I almost forgot. This is Dave. He is the new errand boy I got for my boss." He replied to the man. 

"Well well well. I don't know how to put this but he certainly doesn't look presentable." The man said. 

"That's why I'm here." Mr. Charles replied. 

"No worries. I'll fix him up in a jiffy." The man said. 

"Dave. This is Mr. Francis. He is going to handle your clothes." Mr. Charles said to me. 

"Okay sir," I replied. 

"Come this way." Mr. Francis said and I followed from behind. 

We came into a different room. 

"This is where people try out clothes." He said and I nodded. 

He took a designer shirt and a pair of pair of black jeans from the hangers and gave them to me. 

"Go behind those curtains and change." He said. 

I went behind the curtains and took off my shirt. I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around immediately and looked. 

 It was a blonde-haired girl. She looks around my age but I'm sure I'm a bit older.  

I immediately covered my body.  

"What are you doing here?!" I yelled. 

The girl smiled at me and turned away. 

"You have a nice body shape." She said and left. 

That girl is crazy. How can she feel comfortable walking into a guy like that? She even smiled. 

"What's going on in there?" Mr. Francis asked. 

"Nothing sir. I'm almost done." I said. 

"Hurry up. Mr. Charles is in a hurry." He said. 

I rushed into the shirt and the black jeans and came out. 

"Perfect fit." He said. 

Mr. Francis then stood up and started taking a lot of clothes from their hangers. 

"What is he doing?" I wondered as I watched. 

He finished what he was doing and we came out of the room. 

"Good as new. You are the best Francis." Mr. Charles said. 

"No problem." Mr. Francis replied.  

Mr. Francis put all the clothes in a sack and gives them to me. I collected it. 

 It was probably part of my job to carry his things for him. 

Mr. Charles paid the man for everything and we went back into his car and continued to the company. 

"Those are your new clothes." He said. 

I didn't expect this. 

"Sir, I can't thank you enough. You are doing a lot for me." I said. 

"Don't mention it." He replied. 

We finally reached his office and went straight to his boss's office. 

His boss looks very angry. 

Adams POV

"I just don't know what to do with that boy," I said in anger. 

I feel so frustrated. Just imagine sending someone to deliver a package to the receptionist and he hasn't come back to tell me anything. 

I just need a replacement as soon as possible so I can fire this idiot. 

"Good morning sir." I heard my secretary, Mr. Charles, say. 

"What's good about the morning? Have you done what I asked you to do?" I asked. 

"Yes sir. I have. This is the new errand boy." Charles said. 

"Good morning sir." The boy greeted. 

I ignored his greeting. I'm just not in a good mood to exchange pleasantries with anyone at all. 

"Are you sure he can deliver?" I asked Charles. 

"Yes sir," Charles said. 

"Okay. I will like to test him right away." I said and then turned to the boy. 

"Take this," I said, handing over a document containing the directions around the office.

He takes the papers from my hand and reads through them. He also went through the blueprint of the building which is also attached. 

"Now give them back to me," I said to n the boy. 

He gives the papers back and stood as he was. 

"Go and tell the person on table thirty-seven to bring the documents I requested for yesterday," I said. 

"There isn't a table thirty-seven sirs. The workers here have their table but it is labeled with two letters and one number." He said.

I was very impressed. Despite giving him those documents just to confuse him he still passed. 

"Impressive. How did you know?" I asked.

"I saw it that way on my way here." He replied. 

"He is very good at observing things," I said to Charles.   

"Yes sir," Charles replied. 

"You are hired," I said to the boy. 

"Thank you, sir." He replied. 

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked. 

"Dave." He replied. 

"You are welcome here," I told him. 

"You may leave. Charles will explain everything you need to know." I said and they both leave.