Zeno was recognized twice on the street even with his straw hat on. That was supposed to be his safety feature, but it failed not once but twice!
He felt like ripping all his hair out.
Wait, that didn't seem like a bad idea.
Having bald patches might turn some people off from him.
He arrived at the company, appearing absentminded. The celebration started as soon as he came in.
"Zeno is a star! We got variety show offers left and right!" Moby exclaimed.
Jace pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "I can't say I'm fully happy for you, my rival. However, I am happy that this place might earn some good money soon. The landlady has been coming here every day."
Just then, the door burst open, and an old woman with very curly hair and gold jewelry as big as pans came inside the room.
"The rent for this month better get paid, or I'm sending you all to massage heaven upstairs," she threatened. "And no!" she exclaimed, looking straight at Zeno. "They're not a massage parlor."
