Lost in Your Eyes (MxM)

Chapter 2: First Day on the Job

~Photo of Alexander Richards above~

ALEXANDER
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I can't even begin to describe how angry the butterflies in my stomach were. It was a total lie if I said I wasn't nervous as hell. I was practically convulsing like an excited chihuahua where I stood.

I shuffled at the front of the large house, staring up as if it were a haunted house I'd been dared to walk into. 

Deep green hedges, as tall as me, lined the grand staircase up to the double-door entrance of the home. The walls of the estate were marbled brick, gray and white, and towered high above the oak trees planted on either side. The accented windows were painted black, along with the exterior ornaments that peppered the front of the home, including the light fixtures that framed the doors. The large, wrap-around driveway was cobblestone, and two large pillars sat beside the staircase, a bronze lion with a hungry expression fixed on either pillar. The craftsmanship of the home was exquisite, to say the least.

To try and calm my nerves, I continued to fiddle with the car keys stuffed in my pocket. My legs weren't going to walk themselves to the door, no matter how violently I yelled at them to work in my head.

After a moment of contemplation, and checking my phone to see I didn't have anymore time to stall, I walked up the path to the front door, each step heavier than the last. I still didn't understand why I was so nervous. Maybe it was because of what had happened yesterday. But I shoved all those thoughts aside when I reached the large oak doors of the Lark Manor. Now, what had Sara said about entering the house? Ah, yes.

I gazed around the doors, looking for the doorbell Sara said would be there. I jabbed my index finger on the button once I found it. I heard a small, muffled tune from the other side of the door, and then footsteps.

Sara flung the door open and beckoned me in, rather hastily. Jeez, was this woman always on a tight wire?

"You're a bit earlier than expected, but that's fine. Always happy when someone follows instructions. Come with me." As she walked back into the house, I shut the front door and practically scrambled after her. I nearly choked on my own saliva when I followed her into one of the rooms down the hall. It was gigantic.

A cushioned lounge was set in the corner, consisting of one comfortable looking love seat, and a large reading chair that seemed too soft for it's own good. One wall of the study was entirely shelved, and no gap was left vacant. The entire wall was displayed with trinkets, treasures, and keepsakes. It ranged from antique globes, to family portraits, and even a few sports trophies. Smack dab in the middle of the office sat the desk. Upon it was most definitely the largest computer monitor I'd ever seen. It nearly stretched as long as the desk itself. In front of it was a keyboard, much more advanced than most I'd seen. Probably because each key had braille over it.

The cherry wood oak made up most of the furniture, giving the room a darker atmosphere. I almost felt claustrophobic, but I didn't complain. If I protested, I'd either get smacked or fired, and either one I didn't feel I'd enjoy very much. So I stayed quiet.

Sara dragged me into the office further, her slender, manicured index finger pointing towards the office chair. "Take a seat, get comfortable. Mr. Larks' email is already open, and he'll be with you shortly. Instructions are to wait until he's requested the emails to be read to him, and then he'll tell you how to reply. Don't muck it up. He's on a tight business schedule today. And don't forget to take him on his stroll."