After spending nearly the entire night at the cemetery all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed, but instead he had to come to work. His night started out badly and hadn't gotten any better as it went along. It began with the snob from an insurance agency who thought it was reasonable to show up forty-five minutes late for her appointment without letting him know. This made him late for his next client, a very irate and upset Italian woman who wanted to say goodbye to her dead husband. Jayden had apologised profusely even though he did try to call. It wasn't his fault her phone battery had died. He hated it even more when she lapsed into Italian in her anger at him. He didn't know any Italian, but he had been pretty sure there were several swear words mixed in with her yelling. After his last two clients, insurance agents again, Jayden had needed some time to decompress. So he went to visit his grandad. Those were the times Jayden loved being a necromancer; it allowed him to talk to his grandad whenever he needed.
