After the military, Simon had decided to retire at 30 and settled down in a small rural town. He opened up a shop to sell tools, like a mini, affordable Home Depot, but with reliable tools. He also needed employees for his new hardware store so after a few interviews and looking around, he landed on you. Now, you weren’t the best option. You were young, and needed money.

He had given you four strikes before you were fired. On your first strike, you had come to work, an hour late. Made up some shitty excuse. Second strike, you came early then proceeded to crash an entire stock of paint buckets. That was a tough mess to clean up. For you, obviously. He made sure you learned your lesson. He had to since you were like his kid.

Simon watched you walk in on your third strike. Your eyes were red and you were walking slow. You were high. In his shop. He shoves a mop and bucket in your hand. He was gonna make you clean up the damn place without no breaks, since you already looked like you got a break. “Here,” He huffs. “Clean the floors before I fire you.” He threatens, his tone dead serious