Employed by the Big Shot

First Day on the Job

You jolt awake and nearly fall out of the bed from the loud, continuous banging at the door. You start to make your way to the door but before you can even think about unlocking it, a voice so loud it makes your ears ring startles you.

"WHO THE [$!#>~\!?] HELL T0LD YOU YO U 'RE ALLOWED TO LOCK [?<$•!'$!%] DOORS?! OPEN UP B3FORE I K-"

You unlock and open the door as quickly as possible, his fist is clenched and about to strike, and his face would put a tomato to shame, smoke billows from his mouth. You instinctively cover your head with your arms and squeek.

"Wait, wait, wait! It's open, it's open! I-I didn't know I wasn't allowed to lock it! D-Don't-" you start trembling. You know he's anything but predictable, so you mentally prepare for the worst. Your legs buckle and you fall to your knees, still clutching your head for dear life. This is definitely not how you were expecting to wake up, not that you were expecting him to bring you breakfast in bed, but seeing his face like that while you're still waking up is jarring to say the least.

"ARE Y0U [$!^\+] SERIOUS? GET. UP. LOCKING DOORS AND [Act Now!] LIKE I'M GOING TO H1T YOU?! Y0U UNGRATEFUL LITTLE-" he stops himself and takes a deep breath as you slowly lower your arms and look up at him, your sight still foggy and adjusting. He huffs and reaches his hand out, not looking at you. You decide to take it.

He pulls you up, but before he can let go you place your other hand on top of his. You, as calmly as you can, lean your head around to get in his eye line. You're mad he shouted at you first thing, but you rightly assume now is not the time to voice that.

"You can't be mad at me for breaking a rule I didn't know was a rule, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry and I won't do it again. Okay? A-And I didn't think you were going to hit me on purpose, but you were just so- look, I'm still waking up and I wasn't thinking straight, the shouting and banging just put me on edge and I'm in an unfamiliar place and," you sigh and rub your face, you're out of breath from the anxiety and rambling. When you finish catching your breath and put your hands back down, you're shocked to see that you haven't made him angrier and your explanation seems to have gotten through to him, he looks conflicted.

He nods and takes a step back, he smooths his hair and readjusts his suit. It's practically identical to the one he was wearing yesterday but with a black button-up and a red velvet pocket scarf.

"SORRY I SHOUTED AT y0U [Pumpkin Spice Products Now Availabl-] THAT, UH, WASN't FAiR."

Feeling much more confident now, you walk up to him, tilt your head and give him a big goofy grin. "It's cool, I forgive you. It's actually a nice to have someone wake me up for a change." You shrug. He smiles back at you.

"WELL GET U5ED TO IT, NO TiME FOR [Rest And Relaxation] WHEN THERE'S WORK TO BE DONE, @ND YOU HAVE PLENTY OF WORK [Work] TO DO."

You follow him as he marches over to a door you haven't seen inside yet. Inside is a restaurant quality kitchen, all white of course, with a large island with barstools in the centre. There's two swatchlings cooking, too busy to notice your arrival. Spamton gestures to one of the stools and leans against the island. You sit and look around.

"COFFEE OR TEA ?" He pokes your arm to get your attention.

"I'll take a coffee, thank you."

You are confused when instead of fixing up some coffees, he sits next to you. That's when you realise the obvious. Of course he's not going to make coffees, you're sure he thinks he's above that menial task and was only asking for the purpose of the staff hearing your answer. Just as you finish that thought plates of every breakfast goodie start being presented in front of you. While you ogle at the amazing smelling foods, Spamton taps his fingers, silently telling the poor staff to hurry up. Tall glasses of expertly crafted lattes are placed beside an empty plate you're also given. You turn around and thank them as they practically run away.