I woke up feeling damn good, the kind that sticks with you after a night like last night with Sarah.
My body still buzzed from it—her soft curves, the way she moved, how loud she got when I found the right rhythm.
It had been one hell of a night, but morning was here now and I needed to get moving.
Sarah and I rolled out of bed, stretched, threw on our clothes.
We headed downstairs from her little hut and walked the short distance to my shop.
I was in high spirits the whole way. Yesterday had been killer—pockets heavy with coin, more customers than I could count.
I was already thinking today would be even better. Maybe I'd finally save up enough to fix that leaky roof.
I pushed the door open.
And stopped dead.
The place was destroyed.
Door hanging off its hinges, windows smashed to pieces, shelves flipped over, glass and potions everywhere.
My tools scattered like someone had taken a hammer to the whole damn shop. My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
I crouched, picked through the broken glass, and spotted it—a single long strand of bright red hair. Fire-red. Too vivid to miss.
Sarah stepped in behind me a second later. She saw my face, then the mess. "What the hell happened here?"
I held up the hair between my fingers. "You know anybody with hair this color?"
She frowned, thinking hard. "Maybe… could be the Pyro family. They've got red hair, and they're always broke."
"Do you know where they live?" I asked tugging the strand of hair in my pocket.
"Yes, just behind your shop, follow me" Answered Sarah as she started walking, and I followed her form behind.
Sure enough, there she was—young woman, early twenties maybe, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Her Red hair tied up in a messy ponytail, bratty little smirk already forming the second she saw me.
She opened her mouth to spit something rude.
Before she could, an older woman stepped out from the shadow of the alley.
Same bright red hair, just longer and looser. Same sharp eyes.
And that same faint smoky scent clinging to her—the exact one from the strand in my hand.
It hit me like a brick. She was the one.
I looked straight at her. Gods, she was something else.
Full lips, heavy curves, those huge breasts straining against her worn dress.
My mouth went dry just looking at her. I wanted her bad—bad enough that my mind was already racing ahead to stupid hentai plots.
"Why'd you wreck my shop?" I asked, keeping my voice level. "I don't even know you. Never did anything to you or your family."
She stared at the ground for a long moment, then let out a tired breath. "My name is Olivia.
There was a small bounty out on you. We needed the money. Badly. Rent's overdue, food's running out."
"I figured if I trashed your place, you'd come out angry, make a mistake. Easier to collect."
I just looked at her. Long and quiet. She started shifting her weight, uncomfortable under my stare.
Finally I spoke.
"You can work in my shop instead. As a receptionist. Help Sarah with customers, keep the place clean. I'll pay you good."
Her eyes flicked up, surprised.
"But of course you'll pay for the damages you did," I added, letting my gaze drop to her chest for a second before meeting her eyes again.
Honestly, having her behind the counter every day? That would make this whole mess worth it.
I could already picture it—her bending over to pick things up, those tits practically spilling out. Yeah. I wanted her working for me.
Olivia's eyes went wide. "What?"
"One hundred silver a month."
She actually gasped, hand flying to her mouth. "A hundred? You're… you're serious?"
"Yeah. But you gotta pass a little exam first. Nothing crazy—just show me you can handle basic stuff around here."
She nodded fast, almost stumbling over her own feet. "Okay. Yes. Thank you."
I jerked my head toward Sarah's hut. "Come on then. Follow me to Sarah home. So I could hold the exam for you."
She followed us, still looking like she couldn't believe her luck.
Sarah caught my eye behind Olivia's back and gave me a small, knowing smile—like she already knew exactly what was running through my head.
I didn't say it out loud, but one wrecked shop and a desperate mother seemed like punishment enough.