Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Chapter Eight
“You’re not going to tell me to fuck off?” Carl asked.
Jaxson looked up from his notepad where he was writing down the parts he was going to need to complete the job at Carl Worthington’s house. “Do you want me to tell you to fuck off?”
Carl was a pain in the ass. An old man that came from a time when bartering for a lower price was the normal way to go. Most of the time, he attempted to manipulate his way out of paying the bill. It got so bad that Jaxson never allowed the old man to pay at the end. He made him pay a deposit, then during any work and finally right at the end was the final bill, and Jaxson never left the house unless the money was there. He spent a whole year getting the payment once, and it was the last time he did it. There had been a time Carl had attempted to offer spare car parts, which Jaxson didn’t need.
“Look, I think you should give me a customer discount.”
“No.”
“I’m old, you should reduce it down by at least ten percent.”
“On what grounds?” Jaxson asked.
“I’m old.”
“Carl, you’re a pain in the ass, and you think you have the skills to be an electrician and a plumber. You tinker with my work, because you think you can make it better, and because you’re older than me, you’re in some way better at everything and know it all. Instead, what you do is damage my work and cause more work to repair what you have done. You don’t just mess with the work I’ve done, you go and look for something else to mess up, just so you can say you did something better than I did. You don’t deserve a discount. I should be ripping you off, instead, I’m the best-priced fucking electrician in town, and I’m damn good at my job as well. Stop whining and fucking pay the deposit,” Jaxson said.
Carl wrinkled his lip, but he pulled out his wallet. “I don’t know what she sees in you. That Tillie Short could do a better job of finding herself a husband.”
Jaxson took the money, pulled off the receipt, and handed it to him. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Try to keep your hands to yourself, otherwise the bill will go up and up.”
He partly believed Carl did this on purpose, just to have someone come and visit him at his old mechanic yard. His son had taken over from the main garage in town and had built it up. Unfortunately, Carl Senior never got fully qualified to do any of the jobs on the cars. Now, he handled the scrap end of the business, where people took their old cars. From what he knew, Carl wasn’t even allowed to take the cars apart anymore. Again, it was just a rumor, but Carl was a good guy. It had taken him some time to realize the only way to get any respect from Carl was to talk bluntly to him. Carl actually preferred it and respected you more for doing so.
Climbing into his truck, he turned over the ignition and gave him a wave before pulling out and starting the short journey back to town. There were still a couple of stops he had to make before the lunch date he had with his woman.
They were not going to keep their relationship private. He refused to sneak around with Tillie, and he wouldn’t have anyone saying shit behind their backs about her. They were not teenagers banned from seeing each other.
He had no choice but to go to the school, as it was the annual check. The Headmaster Dean liked to keep his school perfectly safe, and for some reason, he liked to get it checked between the main terms.
Jaxson didn’t think he was going to hit any trouble, seeing as he was the one that completed the rewiring job less than two years ago. Unless someone had been touching the school, everything should be more than fine.
He got through the main job at the school within a couple of hours, and he checked the time to see that he could stop by Kate’s Fabric Shop and be ready in time for lunch.
Tillie had a busy filming morning, and even though he didn’t want to leave her, he also didn’t want her followers assuming the worst of him. Besides, he still intended to watch her content. A lot went into her sewing videos.
Arriving at the fabric shop, he saw there were several vehicles in the main parking lot.
Kate was busy as he arrived, but he knew where she needed him to go, and immediately went into the shop extension where she’d organized a place for sewing meet-ups. He was aware of these, as Tillie had helped on several occasions by sewing up and filming the experience.