𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

Chapter two

Oliver woke up in almost a dizzy state. The corner of his hazel eyes had eye boogers , and his legs were spread out underneath the comfortable, thick, and warm comforter. His head was practically floating on the soft pillow underneath him. Oliver had never slept this good in a long while. He rose up with disheveled bed hair,drool along the corners of his mouth, and low groan of the fight he had with his body to get up from the dead. He was a Mummy. He washed his face before he went downstairs and explored this place. He also needed to know this place by the back of his hand if he wanted to escape in a timely matter.

He was walking down the elegant steps when of the bottom of the stairs he saw his new legal guardian, Azeil. Of course Azeil greeted him with his perfect teeth and perfect body and perfect attitude but that only made Oliver more agitated being in this dumb mansion. Oliver was confused, what are you even so happy about already? The day just fucking started?

Oliver silently huffed at him or what he thought was silent and maneuvered around the big ball of sunshine not bothering on greeting him back. Azeil just got over it considering the kid just got here and he misses his grandpa. Though on the other hand he could he would have to set some rules down sooner than he thought. He walked behind Oliver as he saw the boy take a seat at the big marble table filled with fruits, pastries, bacon, and eggs. Oliver started to help himself with the abundance of food on his plate. Another reminder for Azeil is to always get the family size of everything , he wasn't the only one that can scarf down food.

Oliver was feeling uneasy as Azeil was sitting directly across from him and almost staring at him as he ate his food. He didn't want to look up at him though, that would only worsen the awkward atmosphere, so he just kept his head down and continued eating like no one was watching.

"Well Oliver, how do you like the food?", Azeil ask just when Oliver was about to stuff his face with a warm cheese danish. Well what do you think Azeil, Oliver wanted to reply, but he didn't care that much to give him a smart ass remark, so he decided to just be curt and short. Best way to go about it.

"It's fine." Was all he said before he continued to chomp down on his danish. Azeil noticed the rise of attitude that was forming but yet did nothing. It was unusual for him not to correct the boy when all he did at work was to correct people all over the world. Patience, Azeil kept reminding himself to stop himself from popping Oliver's mouth. He was definitely getting his attitude from his father.

"Well when your done come into my office. It's down the hall and last room to the left okay?" Oliver only nodded to the instruction while he was putting fruits on his plate. Azeil detested non-verbal replies and no eye contact , but he thought it could wait until the talk in his office. He had a feeling it was going to be a long conversation.

If Oliver knew what was in store for him when he knocked on the officer door to be invited in, he would've ate way,way, slower. Azeils office was a cozy but also very neat office. On his wooden table where he keeps his neatly piled papers, there was a computer next to it and a lamp. The light emitted this warm fuzzy light the complimented the brown furniture. Oliver sat across from his wooden desk in one of the two brown leather seats, which were very comfortable. But he shouldn't get to comfortable yet, Azeil noted.

"So Oliver, I wanted you in here today because I think it's about time for us to go over some rules", Azeil could visibly see Oliver's face tense. Though he remained quiet, Azeil could sense the loud thoughts colliding and running in Oliver's head. "I'm a man who likes respect and order, so if your going to live with me that's what your going to have to give me, as I you also. Do you understand me?".

Azeil's voice wasn't harsh or commanding as Oliver thought it would be in this conversation. He had a slow tempo in his words and they were decorated with understanding and steadiness. But the core to his actual words did not sit right with Oliver. I mean, rules? What is he, five? Oliver didn't need rules he needed a blueprint of this mansion to get the hell out of it. It was a couple of seconds later when Oliver responded with an uncertain 'yes'.