Chapter 3 - Italians...Italians everywhere!

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I hissed and cursed silently as Sebastian wrestled me out of bed this morning. He finally was able to pick me up and slam me onto the ground. 

"Get something on. Now." He growled. I grumbled back and went through my clothes. I stripped as Sebastian opened the curtains to reveal the night sky. I slipped on some random dress I had found (which sebastian no doubtly had slipped into my closet). It was a white dress with a blue overthrow and a pair of black boots with white knee socks. Sebastian over the course of the week had slowly been adding to my wardrobe. Only a little but enough to hold me over until the master decided my official uniform and placement. 

It's been one week since my first day of work. And its been hard, very hard. Keeping up with Sebastian is so difficult. HE'S LIKE A GOD DAMN NINJA. One moments he's dusting the shelves, another he's waxing the floors, the next he's polishing master's shoes, and then he's yelling at me to attend the master before the bell even rings. 

This man is inhuman!

Not to mention the ungodly hours I wake up. 4:30 everymorning. My scheduel isn't concrete either. Soemtimes i'm just sitting in the office with the master, and other mornings I'm in such a rush I end up falling asleep by the time breakfast is over. 

He turned around and scoffed. 

"It is highly indecent for a young lady such as yourself to be changing in front of a man!" He just told me- you know what? I glared and let my dress down. He quickly bounded over to the door and I followed as we rushed down the hallway.

"'It is highly indecent for a young lady such as yourself to be changing!" I mocked his British accent. "Pshh whatever." I frowned as I shifted back into my own American accent. "I am Sebastian I am prim and proper!" I mocked as he went into Finnie's room to get him up. "Yes.. my lord, I shall be your little lap dog now and forever." I giggled at my over the top posh accent.

"I can still hear you Beau." I heard him speak from inside. I gulped but spat back.

"Good!" The door slammed open and my eyes widened with fear. 

"What was that?" He asked, adjusting his glove as Finnie scrambled out and around the corner, still adusting his clothes. I scratched the back of my head.

"Oh! Nothing haha, must have been the wind...ya."

"Well that pesky wind should learn to keep it's mouth shut." He gave a sinnister smile and I followed after him with my head down.

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"The Master has a meeeting today. Do not disturb. I will handle all of the calls until he rises from the Game Room."

The game room was a dark and eery room, filled with games. The center piece was a pool table.

"Yes sir. Shall I prepare food today then?" I asked. He turned around.

"No,the master has given me the appropriate amount of money and we've already designed and ordered your uniform. You will go into town today and get it." I gulped.

"B-by myself?" I asked with horror. He nodded.

"Yes is that a problem?" He raised his eyebrow and I shook  my head.

"N-no sir!" He handed me a small bag filled with money and I took it. As Sebastian helped me onto the carriage I cringed.

Make a mark, behave. And if you end up out of a job, don't let London take you ? Don't die on me ok?

My brother had warned me about London.  I sighed. 

"You seem distracted. Did you hear me?" I whipped me head towards Sebastian.

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