to be with danger

confused

Going to the hotel room, type spent the next two hours looking and hard for audio recorders and video recorders.
Not finding one, he then couldn't help but flop to his stomach to then fall fast asleep.
Groaning, he then Furrowed his brow has an alarm started to go off, reaching his hand to to clock, he then went to his back to place a hand to his head to rub..
Fuck..... I'm so tired.......
Signing, type then got up on his forarms to then widened his eyes has Mr. Tyme was to be too the edge of his bed with his arms wrapped to be staring at type.
Type darted his eyes..
"Um....."
He then looked to the guards that were to either wall.
"I came to make sure you are too be getting up and coming back to the office."
Type took in a deep breathe to then sit more up to then hang his head to rub the back of his neck.
"Was...... To be planning that. Need time to get up and ready though."
"You have 20 mintues. I told you, I have some inconsistent things to my books. Need you to figure it out and now. If can't..... It'll be too bad for your brother."
Type then moved his head up to eye over Mr. Tyme.
"What..... Are you planning to do to him If I fail?"
Mr. Tyme smirked to then turn to leave, type turned his head to watch this action to then see his guards leave has well.
Type then flopped to his back to place his hands to his eyes to rub.
Fuck! I wasn't even recording that!
Groaning and signing, type then got up to then turn his head to eye over a table to see a pressed folded suit to then roll his eyes to then go about to take a very quick shower.
Done, dried, he then had to place that suit on to then leave to place a hand to his stomach it started to growl.
Type then left the hotel room to then turn to start to go down the hallway has Mr. Tyme with his guards were half way down.
Being to his phone, Mr. Tyme then looked to type with no expression to then look down has type kept his hand to his stomach.
"Are you not feeling well?"
"Just hungry. I usually make breakfest about this time."
Mr. tyme nodded to then turn to leave with his guards in tow.
Type took in a deep breathe to then let his hand go from his stomach to then follow with his head hung, he couldn't place a finger on this man and it was frustrating the living shit out of him.
In the elevator, type lifted his head to look forward to then slightly peer his eyes to the side, Mr. Tyme was back to his phone.
When the elevator doors opened he went first for then type to turn his head to see one of his guards place a hand to his shoulder to then start to push him out.
Type shrugged them off to then go forward, outside, Mr. Tyme was still to his phone to be standing to the side of a car.
Type eyed the car then him back and forth to grow confused.
Mr. Tyme then signed.
"Your my intern, open the door."
Type rolled his eyes to then go to the door to open, mr. Tyme then got in, type then closed to start to go about, a guard then went to him to place a hand to his chest.
"Mr. Tyme always rides alone. Another cat with be here for you shortly."
Type stepped back to nod.
He then saw that car go, to then see another, the guard opened the door to then let him in to close.
Type turned his head to eye out the window to sign. He then placed a hand to his pocket too feel his recorder to then place it to another area of his body to be able to turn it on when he could.
He then turned his head to look out the window once more to make a face.
Where are you ceto? What are they doing to you? Did Mr. Tyme kill you? Would he?
Type made a face to then place a hand to his stomach again to then eye it.
You've skipped breakfest before, yourll be fine.
Type then turned his head to see the car stopped to then get out to head into the building, going about he didn't see mr. Tyme, going to that one office room he did yesterday to then open the door to widened his eyes at what he saw.
From the head of the table to the end, he saw a buffet of food.
Type then turned his head to eye over Mr. Tyme who was to the side of him with his head down to be still to his phone.
"Other then bathroom breaks, your are too be here. Eat and work."
Mr. Tyme turned to then leave.
Type looked over him a bit confused to then turn his head forward to look into the room.
Is he..... Really a mafia crime lord? Those types of people usually don't do things like this for others.
Type shrugged to then go in to then start to smell the food, shrugging he then found a plate to then start to load some onto it to go to the head of the table to start to get some work done.
After several hours, type looked to the side at his watch to then roll his eyes to take a hand to his back pocket to then grab out his pills to then take one to then peer his eyes to the side, to quickly put his bottle back to then start to dart his eyes over the file.
Mr. Tyme went in to have saw that too raise an eye brow to walk close to wrap his arms about.
"Taking drugs?"
Type shook his head.
"It's a vitamin."
Mr. tyme smirked a bit to types obvious lie to dart his eyes about.
"Have you've figured it out yet?"
Type shook his head.
"Need more time."
"Tick tock."
Type then looked up to see Mr. Tyme turn to leave to eye over him very confused, to then look back to the file.
Fuck! Why can't I seem to place my finger to this guy?
Type took in a very deep intake to keep trying to figure this out, to then grit his teeth has he wished he gave mr. Tyme a more convincing lie.
Not like he will ever figure it out.
Type signed to keep eyeing the work to not know what the future was going to hold.