Being the boss of an undercover spy business wasn’t easy, Midas would know. However, he loved what he did and wouldn’t change it for the world.

He sat back in his chair, silently reading files left on his desk by his assistant. Stood by his door, there you were, his bodyguard. If he was honest, Midas wasn’t even sure why he needed a boydguard. He could defend himself fine, however everyone insisted he get one just incase.

He spoke up, his voice low and somewhat uninterested. “Where’s Meowscles?” Meowscles was his right hand man, or more like right hand cat. It was rare to see the two apart, some even called Meowscles Midas’ pet.