Chapter 42: Down To Business.

Kyle arrived at Jones' workplace, it wasn't anything fancy, his job that is but it put food on his table.

He was a manager at a fast-food restaurant, which was his primary source of income as well.

The pay was barely ough to sustain a family and he knew his daughter's chances at not being a screw-up was a good education.

This was why he wt out of his way to make sure his two childr attded dect schools ev if it set him back a few years, it was worth the trade-off.

Kyle arrived and parked his car, everyone was in awe because this joint was for the common man but Kyle wasn't here to eat.

He was aware that they would attd to him quickly, he didn't care much about this either way.

The momt his foot stepped into the building, a lady approached him, which wasn't customary but this was a good chance to rder their service to him.

If they could retain him as a customer, it would be a good look for their chain.

"Mr. Jones, I'm here to see Mr. Jones," Kyle informed her.

"Mr. Jones?" The lady was surprised because no one came to look for him and judging by the way he called the name, this man was no doubt familiar with him.

Kyle knew that his work hours were flexible for some reason because the restaurant rarely had customers but that was because their competition was major chains like KFC and Burger King.

There was no way they would do well in such a saturated market but they made just ough to record a little profit every year so it wasn't all that bad.

"That is correct, Mr. Jones. You see, I'm a frid of his," Kyle informed her but she looked ev more shocked than he did a second ago but she wasn't the only one that shared this look.

The employees behind the counter were all shocked.

"Mr. Jones has a frid?" She said out loud before quickly covering her mouth, she didn't realize wh this slipped out.

"Trust me, I know..." Kyle said with an understanding smile before looking at her nametag.

"...Jim?" Kyle read her name out loud before looking at her in horror.

"What is the matter Kyle, I have never se you so serious before," Jones asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I know that you're struggling financially..." Kyle began.

"Who isn't in this economy, am I right?" Jones responded. Kyle thought he would be self-conscious or embarrassed about him bringing up his financial struggle but he got of that.

This allowed him to proceed with the conversation without restraint.

"The building's condition is getting worse, year by year... I have noticed that the number of tants has reduced as well," Kyle informed him to which Jones sat back on his chair, heaving a loud sigh.

"Let me guess, you want to move, is that it?" Jones knew this day would come but he couldn't blame Kyle if he did decide to move.

"And leave my sweet place to you? You wish!" Kyle quickly rubbished this accusation.

He could visibly see Jones' body loos up, telling him how important his residcy was.

"Th why are you here?" Jones questioned, he came all the way here so it had to be important.

"I have come to give you a solution to all your worries," Kyle said like a demon about to offer him a contract to sell his soul and Jones read it this way too.

"No Kyle, I'm not giving you my soul," Jones said but this only made Kyle chuckle.

"C'mon, I'm trying to be serious here," Kyle responded, composing himself before continuing.

"I want us to partner up, I want to rovate the tire building and fix up every apartmt but we will keep the pricing the same for the first year of rt before charging a 40% increase on the second year," Kyle said bluntly.

"Wait, what?" Jones' jaw dropped the momt he heard this offer.

He knew that Kyle came into contact with money but what was this eagerness to spd it or was this Kyle's way of trying to buy the building from him?

That had to be it but before Jones could respond.

"And all the profits will be yours despite me being an investor. I just wanted to hear your thoughts, this is my way of giving back to you for all you have done for me," Kyle said but this was partly true, he could use this as another avue to mask his source of income.

"Do you ev have to ask!? I'm in!" Jones accepted the momt he heard all profits would be his because he knew what this meant for his family.