The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 16: First day fun

"Mr. Curr."

I turned away from the buzzing voice.

"Mr. Curr! You have to wake up!"

I groaned burying my face further into the pillow. So annoying. Just go away.

"I am not paid to go away. You have to wake up so we can begin your training."

I sat up my vision blurry. Shit. I forgot my training for this new job started today. I glanced up at the clock and mentally melted. 4:45 am. I huffed shuffling out of bed and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Sharp green orbs looked down at me. This is Belinda Kaufman. Edmunds soon to be ex assistant. She is going to train me for the first few weeks and then she's flying out to Paris for a better job.

She gestured towards the closet. A crisp grey suit hung between the two doors.

"You have ten minutes to shower. Make haste."

I sighed and grabbed the suit and walked into the bathroom. A towel along side other toiletries were lined up neatly beside it. My cheeks darkened. She even picked out my underwear.

"Five minutes Mr. Curr."

I hung the suit and started the shower.

I shuffled awkwardly as Belinda tied my tie. She stepped back scrutinizing me. She quickly ran her crisp red nails through my hair her eyes narrowing in concentration. Her pink lips thinned her manicured brow arching.

"This is the best I can do for the first day." She frowned. "You may look at yourself."

I turned to the full body mirror and my mouth fell open. She had slicked back my hair, she somehow managed to make my cheekbones pop, hell even my skin looked better. The suit was perfectly tailored, the thin white tie standing out against the grey suit and black shirt. I shifted my head slightly. I look...crisp.

"Enough gawking at yourself Mr. Curr. We still need to wake Mr. Fig and prepare him for the day."

I turned away from the mirror and followed the already retreating woman. I snagged my keys out of the bowel beside the door and followed her out. We entered the room across from mine and I was immediately enveloped in cinnamon. I closed the door quietly behind me, the apartment was pitch black. I followed slowly and cautiously behind the confident sound of heels echoing throughout the place.

Click

I squinted, white light fogging my vision. I quickly adjusted and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Everything was...black and very expensive looking. Literally. A large four poster bed sat in the center of the room, black silk sheets covering its surface. Thick black curtains sealed out any form of light. On either side of the bed were two intimidating looking statues, their blank gaze focused on me. UI swallowed nervously. What a welcoming room. I tore my gaze away and trailed after Belinda who had approached the bed.

"Mr. Fig."

The lump wrapped in silk remained still.

"Mr. Fig."

Still nothing. Belinda sighed and opened her purse and pulled out a small blowhorn. What the hell? She leant forward and pressed the button. I cringed my ears ringing. The lump didn't move in the slightest. She put the blow horn back in her purse and closed it, her hand rested behind her back.

"Mr. Fig, I will not hesitate to continue into the next step. Although I doubt you would like Mr.Curr to see you in such a state."

"I heard you the first time Belinda." A deep voice rasped.

The lump shifted revealing a shirtless and exhausted looking Edmund. He yawned scratching his head giving me a lovely view of his toned abdomen. He stood his gaze focusing on me. I tensed my cheeks darkening.