The Prototype

18. Terms & Conditions

TEMPEST POV

Hearing my loud and now annoying alarm breaking me out of my much needed and loved sleep. I groaned turning over without cracking my eyes open, I pressed the snooze button on the digital alarm clock, immediately regretting that I asked for a digital alarm clock.

I peeped my eyes open seeing that it was zero seven hundred hours which is seven o'clock in the morning. Feeling as if I only had little time to sleep.

I stretched myself awake mentally motivating myself to get up as by now I should be used to this routine but it never gets easy, especially with today being a Sunday.

Sundays are normally lazy days for me back in Washington, I was off on Saturdays and Sundays and since I worked so much at Zyus, I needed those days specifically for rest.

Now I am here and every single day of the entire seven-day week, I have to get up at seven for fucking breakfast.

Although it's been a great week having breakfast and dinner without Marcellus's presence ruining my morning and night, I would still prefer to not get up at seven in the morning for breakfast.

I finally snatch the cover off my body, dragging myself out of the comfortable bed knowing that since today is Sunday and I have nothing on today's agenda, I'll spend this beautiful cold Sunday in bed, relaxing and taking in the peace before that hell of a man comes back.

Not even sure if there will be a meeting Monday since I obviously hit a nerve Friday, He didn't call me Saturday and thankfully the prototypes did well all day Saturday so that means I didn't have to contact him either.

After that conversation Friday, I probably wouldn't have called even if something did happen with the prototype as I have had more than enough of that man and I am tired.

Exhausted. He literally exhausts me.  He works my fucking nerves and he makes my blood boils. I have never in my twenty-five years on this earth come in contact with a Satan of a man such as himself. I have encountered a few assholes but not as nearly as bad as Marcellus.

I did my usual morning routine and skincare routine. Since I had all the time in the world not being in the technology building, I did take the time out to order all of my favorite skincare brands and hair products. I figured since I'm alive and just might be here for a long time and definitely not a good time, what better way to make this worthwhile than to spend someone else money and be careless about whatever allowance or limit they gave me.

I finished my morning routine, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I let my hair down from the satin scarf and then walked to the En-suite closet grabbing something to wear for breakfast as I have stopped wearing proper clothes to bed. In the midst of me getting dressed, I heard a knock at my door.

I walked out of the closet fully dressed for breakfast calculating that it was seven forty-five. I walked to the door opened it and instantly my morning was ruined by seeing the face of Satan.

I would actually prefer Lucifer himself than to have any contact with this seed of a man that stood at my door. I looked down seeing his business phone and the ring laying in his hand for me to take. I looked up at him. "How long are you willing to wait?" I asked.

"Why would I have to wait?" he asked as if I would make him a fucking priority over my sleep. "I plan to nap actually after breakfast, today is Sunday, I didn't plan on working until tomorrow but here you are. However, I still plan on napping, so if I take it now, you're going to have to wait until my nap is over and then I could go to the technology building to remove the prototypes and then return your items to you." I explained without any emotion in my tone.