Transformation {Completed}

CHAPTER 10

I wake up with the chirping of birds. Sitting up I inhaled the sweet smell of flowers that is spread across the room.

Now don't expect me to say 'Oh I never had this kind of comfy sleep' because that's hardly the truth! I had a long struggle while falling asleep. Why?

Well, I'm from a small middle class family, with dad working as proffesor and mom working in a call center. I am used to a course wood framed bed.

Now that I am suddenly  given the most softest bed ever (according to me though) I guess I'll be taking some time to adapt the changes.

I enter to closet. Grabbing a pair of cotton pants, which was of knee length, and a cotton T-shirt I head to the bathroom and do my daily courses.

Now I am going downstairs, well I must say, the morning view is quite the opposite of what I saw last night. Dark suited men and some guards are constantly going in and out of Mr. Swift's office.
Damn! Now I realise, he is actually very busy with his works.

I head to the kitchen and see a few men dressed in white,with a long white cap in their heads.
Seems like one of the cook noticed my presence as speaks up," Ah, your Kristine right? Heard about you."

Another one also joins,"Yeah we heard a lot, well is it true that you cured Sam?"

"I can't call it cure, but I guess I enhanced the process a bit. Well where's he by the way?" I ask as I look around in search of Sam.

"Oh his is off to his classes but will be back soon. You are his personal supervisor so weren't you supposed to be with him now?" Another cook said in a rough tone.

" I-I don't know... " I am feeling guilty but am unsure about the reason.

"I see, anyways make yourself comfortable, we'll be serving your breakfast soon." the cook that approached me first, says.

"Sure and yes, I am really thankfull to you for understanding."
'Thank you', 'sorry' all these never have been a part of my vocabulary but now, how can I be rude to them when I'm treated so politely. I guess a few changes are not bad.

Then I head to the dinning room and pull out a chair. Sitting there comfortably, I take out my phone only to self debate, whether to call my parents or not.

Just then...

"Get up! That's my seat." A familiar voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Is it written somewhere? If yes then show me." I retort.

"You're arguing with me? Do you even know who I am?" He says a bit shocked and angered.

"Son of a Billionaire? I know, but that doesn't mean I'll follow your orders." I retort again.

"Ofcourse I am, but most importantanly you are my Personal advisor... no supervisor, ah whatever... so you must listen to me." Is this guy mad?

"Sam? Are you nuts? As much as I know it's me whose orders you're going to follow not the other way round! So shut your nonsense and sit down quietly or you're free to leave."

"You're so different than last night." He says which makes me chuckle.

"Says the one who himself have undergone a huge transformation." I state the truth. His messy hair is now middle partitioned having a thick coating of oil. He resembles Mark, a lot now. He is wearing some kind of uniform- a light blue shirt with black strips accompanied with a black tie and a pair of black pants. A typical uniform.

"My appearance is none of your business." Sam says and I simply sigh at that.

"'None of your business!' Is it some kind of family dialogue?" I mumble softly.

"Oh Sam! You're back fifteen minutes earlier. " One of the cooks says checking his watch.

"Yeah Tony, we're dismissed early today." Sam says loosening his tie a bit.

"Well then have your seat,  ah, Kristine..."

"Forget it! And please bring the food I'm starving." I cut him off innocently.

Tony chuckles and says," Oh Ok then."  He then goes back to the kitchen.

Sam stares at me for some time before pulling a different chair.

Soon Tony is back with two bowls of oatmeal with an egg on top, and two glasses of peanut butter and banana smoothie.

I couldn't stop but hurriedly put a spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth. Damn! It's so tasty! And that's it! I eat it like there's no tomorrow.

While I sit back after finishing, I look up at Sam only to find those intense blue eyes deeply concentrating on me.

There is a deafening silence. I notice that his bowl is still almost full. Now he must be thinking I'm so weird but who cares! I grab the soomthie and walk up to my room.
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