Part 8

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*Knock* *Knock* "Get dressed and go into the resting area. You do know where that is don't you?" Nicholas said through the door. "Yes Sir." I shouted pulling my clothes on. I hurried down the stairs and joined the group in the resting area. Nicholas stepped forwards. "As you know this is Tom." He gestured. He was dressed in all black with black long hair and a black cloak. I noted he was so pale he was almost translucent. "Sir." I nodded. He smiled and nodded back. His smile really unsettled me, but chose not to show it. "This is Oliver." He was quite good looking with brown hair, a white shirt and black trousers and shoes. They obviously don't believe in what the others do: Suits and wigs and tights. "Sir" He smiled warmly at me and noded. He was pale too but it brought his good looks out more. I nodded and smiled at him. "Sir." He shifted his weight and nodded at me.

"Oliver, you are in charge of Isobel and make sure you take good care of her." Tom instructed. "Nicholas you can go back to your duties." Oliver nodded as Nicholas walked out of the house. "Oliver I told you what to do yesterday, so however long it takes, help her do what she has to." Tom seemed to speak in code, ensuring I can't understand, but one day I will figure it out. Oliver took me back upstairs. "Where are you staying?" I walked to my temporary room. "This is going to have to turn into storage. Did you choose another room?" I nodded. "The attic, Nicholas made me. Sir." He looked grim. "Nicholas is above my order, so what he says goes. You don't have to call me Sir unless it's in front of anyone else. Call me Oliver." I smiled "Okay Oliver." He smiled. "Let's go shopping for paint, wallpaper and new furniture. Tom says the house needs a feminine touch."

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