Awoke

Day 2: Find

Damien read through the letter repeatedly, dark eyes, glossy with a white square indicated the paper in his hands. What the letter said was truly unforgettable. He escaped this reading when he looked to his door and made a run for it. Out the door and through the rich red hallways covered in victorian embroidery patterns. The floor was a soft cream colour and felt like sheep fur. Down the left spiral stairs opposite the other stairs that were parallel with a balcony looking over the entrance way where Alfred was conducting the maids ands butlers work. Suddenly he looked uo to the sound if thudding feet crashing to the ground. "Master?" He whispered in shock. The child who grew up with posh life was running like a dog down the stairs to Alfred.
"Alfred! " Damien panted a little he stood up straight when he saw that Alfred was shocked at his behaviour. Maids were laughing a bit as he stood there embarrassed at the scene he held. "I-I umm," he stammered to Alfred "I'm travelling to Area 17 headquaters,". Puzzled Alfred ordered the maids back to work and they carried on. Noise filled the room.
Alfred was old and wrinkly, slender and posh. A skinny mustache upon his upper rosy lips.his back was straight and hands relaxed behind his back. His expression was either that he didnt didnt care or he was concerned. "Master, may I escort you to the living room." Alfred asked so thay could talk somewhere private.

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A chandelier with lights on each side of the crystal vase shape in the middle hung above the glass table. Next to the table was a white leather couch embroidered with small gems on each space. Approximately 10 metres away from the cofee table was a large potrait of a brunette lady with short hair curls clinging on to what seems like her husband, metalic golden wavy hair with specks a stern man he was. The whole area took up much space it needed a whole hall to fit it all in. Damien sat down on the single couch facing opposite to the other single chair. Alfred sat on the opposite chair his back was straight up and legs were crossed. "You were saying?" Alfred started hoping for a quick answer.
"Area 17 has asked me to come to the central headquarters," Damien put his hands together and in between his thighs.

Concerned on what Damien was saying he watched Damiens actions and spoke in a long sentence "Why?" Without looking up to Alfred, Damien knew that he would reply again in his no-emotion-tone but to his suprise he replied willingly.
Damien looked up at his Butler in suprise he actually was acting like a guardian to him.
"Umm-" he stammered a bit still in suprise "I really don't know. They called for no reason,"
"Sir there must be an explanation," Alfred insisted.
"But on that note," Alfred lifted his delicate body of his shiny seat and Damiens eyes followed.  "I will get the workers to start paking your bags. From Northern Area 17 to Central, there is a long way 4 hour plane ride."