Sorry for the long wait ladies and gentlemen, many people had asked me if this series was dropped or if I planned to come back to it.

So, I did plan to come back to it and it's really fun now. I've submitted it for moderation, so hopefully, it should be up in 24H!

Here's a peek-

Many hushed whispers and curious enquires were made since Timothy Quill had arrived at a quaint little town situated in a semi-rural part of America, with each resident having their own little embellishment to add to make the story a little spicier. With a population of only 15,000 odd residents, usually it was residents that were saying farewell- either leaving for an expensive college degree or relocating because they’d gotten an offer too lucrative to refuse, instead of the other way around. Thus, every new arrival had a little buzz around them, but they usually ended up being city folks sick of the constant hustle and bustle of big cities and just looking for some good ol’ time basking in the sun of the countryside.

However, the enigma known as Timothy Quill was something else entirely. The prevalent theory going about town was that Timothy was the bastard son of a prominent drug lord, but due to the recent turf war going poorly he was forced to seek refuge in the south until tensions cooled down. It would explain the need to rent out an entire mansion in a secluded part of town, of which mind you, none of the townsfolk were hired to maintain and the two black suited gentlemen with very impressive builds that followed him wherever he went.

The previous tenant of the mansion was an eccentric millionaire that had a few… quirks, one that was best not delved into with respectable company, but at least he generated employment for the town and paid well. ‘Who travelled with an entire freaking wait staff’ was the question they wanted to ask Timothy, but none had the guts to piss off a literal junior mob boss.

A question, that surprisingly was well within their reach to ask. Instead of secluding himself in the mansion, Timothy had taken up the job of an attendant in the only multinational grocery store chain in the entire town, a decision that dealt more than a few blows to the drug lord theory. But when pressured, the staunch believers in that theory would simply attribute it to boredom, the more creative among them suggesting it was a way to send a message- ‘I might be forced to relocate because of my father’s decision, but I am not afraid. Come at me if you dare.’

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Many had approached Walt, the manager of their local E-Mart, and had repeatedly pressured him for an answer. After all, they had the right to know if the peace in their town could be disturbed by this new arrival that had arrived from god knows where. Unfortunately, Walt knew nothing except the name he’d registered under the company with- ‘Timothy Johnson’ and was told not to ask further unless he wanted to lose his job.

The only thing that a internet search pulled up was the image of a professional MMA fighter that looked nothing like the guy, and with such a common name further digging would prove to be futile, thus dashing the ‘washed up celebrity theory’.

Initially, residents tried to avoid the checkout lane that Timothy manned, and there was no overt reaction to this clear discrimination. However, after a week since his arrival and the lack of even the slightest incident, practically overrode caution and Timothy got his first experience at working the check-out register. The dark-haired man never spoke once during the interactions, his motions mechanical and his face emotionless, only focusing on the task in front of him and nothing else. When it came to billing, he just pointed to the number on the display bar and waited for the customer to hand him over the cash, not out of rudeness, but rather it was simple indifference.

Such a poor quality of service would have no doubt incurred a flurry of complaints under normal circumstances, but one look at the black luxury SUV with tinted windows parked right outside the store quickly evaporated such ridiculous thoughts. In fact, Walt was oddly grateful to Timothy- since his arrival, there had been zero complaints or angry customers raising their voices to unfriendly levels, and his work had never been so stress-free before. Descendant of a drug lord or not, Timothy definitely was a god-like figure to those working in the service industry.

To those interested in market analytics, there was a definite positive correlation between Timothy’s arrival and online streaming subscriptions. Mostly because of the sudden interest in ‘Drug Crime’ series, especially ones where their lavish lifestyles and movie set piece action scenes were depicted.

Some ambitious young women, somewhat interested in a lifestyle of infinite money and a life on the run, decided to put on their best get up and head to the local E-mart to do some ‘grocery shopping’. For a few days, the local E-mart became a fashion contest, with a few women in stunning dresses leaving with disappointed expressions...........

( I'll link here to the new one once it's published.)