This is a little long but things get I n t e r e s t i n g and I think you guys are gonna like it, I absolutely loved wiring this
Hope you all enjoy this part two
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It had been a few days at the mansion. The short mans name was Christo, and he was second in command, pretty much in charge of keeping all of the agents organized and in check, if you will.
You had also learned that the mansion you were staying at that put all other houses to shame, was called the 'The Imperial." It was a fitting name for a place so grand. There were 5 floors, and you were room 57 on the second one.
Christo had called one of his assistants to go to your apartment and gather your things, it all felt surreal. Sometimes you'd be sitting in your room, and get this sudden thought 'Holy shit, what the fuck am I doing.' And then you'd think about how much you truly need the money, and it would pass.
The weirdest part was looking out of the picture window to the left of your bed and down below outside, seeing men dressed in all black jump into their sleek range rovers and drive off down the long road that was coiled between giant trees. The city was just out in the distance, but you couldn't see it from your floor.
Bill had been distant, barely speaking a word to you when Christo would call you down and let you know that dinner had been prepared. You were treated well though, you were helping one of their best agents after all, if you even want to call it helping.
It is currently 10:00 at night, and half of the mansion has gone to bed, the other half is training. You had met some of the other guys, they were all buff and good looking, but not nearly ass good looking as Bill, they didn't even come close. You hate yourself for even thinking of that asshole in that way, but you are only human.
You throw your book to the side, and hop out of bed. You wonder what Bills room looks like, if it is ten times bigger than the one you are in, which is already massive, or if it is decorated and put together. An idea pops into your head, and you put your fuzzy slippers on your cold feet, making your way towards the large door that belongs to your room.
You realize as you step into the long and wide hallway, that you probably shouldn't be wearing just shorts and a vintage T-shirt, considering the cold draft of air that made it's way through the 'House.'
Your slippers pad against the hard wood floors as you make your way down the winding stairs, and through the main entry adorned in black marble, to find Christo. You spot the back of his head, as he talks to another guy, waving his stubby hands about in the air.
