"I need an answer, Diaz. What's up with you and the homeless people?" Julio demanded again.
Diaz was beginning to feel really sad under the scrutiny of his master's gaze. He never thought this would come up but wait, had Julio not lost his memory?
"But boss, didn't you lose your memory?" He asked him, deep down he was beginning to wonder if eating his favourite food had triggered him somehow or this was all some bullshit.
"You don't question me, Diaz. I do." Julio said.
Diaz now looked even more shocked. Those were the same lines Julio had used with him in the past when asking questions. Wait, someone had better come explain this to him or he would lose his shit literally. How on earth would he tell him those same things?
"Boss, as I did tell you before, that was all a big mistake. Okay. I was wrong but I was desperate at the time. My mami was sick and I needed more money. Too sad she passed away after you though..." Diaz was saying.
