Adam and Eve.

Part 6

When opening your eyes you realize you managed somehow to sleep without dreaming or having a single thought about him after the confusing dream.

Pushing the heavy blanket from you so you can get up. Now there's light in the room. You can now see the whole room in its glory. It's more breath-taking then you saw it in the dim lights of the dark night.    

It's half past 6 already and you think to your self you might need to start getting ready your self before the first day of working for James Manuël. You walk to the bathroom and started looking around.

Ah ha. Everybody knows most girls wear makeup. You take out the small see-throw bag that you can see a few things in. You never had a lot on, only mascara and blush with some nice highlighter.

And of cores, as you guessed, its the three things are in the bag with a makeup brush.

Putting on your makeup you noticed  from the corner of the eye that there's a radio. You run-up to it and turn it on. There's a song on and you recondite it. Its " I don't like Mondays by the boomtown rats."

The song was made in the '70s and based on a true story about a 16-year-old girl who one day shot many children and Staff in her school. When the police asked why did she do it, she answered with " I don't like Mondays" You always liked the band.

Dancing to the song you put on mascara and some blush. Only adding highlighter on the nose. When done with the makeup you take out the curling iron from the same place you found the makeup bag. Finding a socket, and waiting for the machine to heat up you dance more to the song.

Moving with the pace. You didn't notice you enjoyed your self so much that you started to sing to the lyrics too. At the end of the song, you walk back to the mirror and stared giving waives in your hair with the curling iron.

When done and turn the machine off. You walk to the closet and tried to pick up an outfit. You try few on but one stud out the most. A white skirt and some dark gray jeans. With a lovely add on, a black belt.

Looking at your self in the mirror you thought you were ready. Speaking of that.

You heard a knock on the door.

" Come in." you Smile as you carry on looking into the mirror. The door opened. You stop and look out of the bathroom door to see who it is. Its George. He has no idea of how happy you are to see him " I've been assigned to keep an eye on you"

You run-up to George and hug him unexpectedly and tight. "That's going to be so much fun" You don't want to let go but he tries to get away. " Me looking after you doesn't mean we have to hug" You look up to him " I though you and me are friends" he looks puzzled and you know he doesn't know what to say "...I guess"

You laugh and hug him even stronger. " I think we should start going. James is moody. he had a restless night." You have a smile wiped from your face. " Dose that usually happen?" you ask from George. "No, not that I know off"

weird, why would Jim not get enough sleep. Did he have a bad dream? Well, you can't see inside his head so you might just have to drop the questions already. You two walk out of your room.

Finally, you can now explore the building from the inside more. The corridors seemed  elegant and big and mesmerising, overtaking. Plants every corner.

Just bit of green to make the place look more lively. Getting inside an elevator. Noticing that there 10 buttons with numbers. Meaning its 10 storage high.

Not seeing one for the basement what made you questioned if it has hidden floors, Jim doesn't want anyone going in. George bushes the putter for one of the top floors. Number 8.
" Are you taking me to Jim?" you say. George looks down at you " No, not jet. He did tell you he expects tea when you arrive. We are going to the kitchens."

You nod. When the elevator door opened you are greeted by lots of men in suits who seem to eye you up and down.

" You are the only woman in the building. A lot of men here haven't had it with a woman for years because of James. "
You get closer to George "Don't worry they won't dare to do anything."

Yeah, sure, your feminine look didn't exactly fit in, but... The way they were looking at you was like they haven't seen anything expect formal suits in year's.

When entering the kitchen you see George ordering the men already inside to go. " Get on it then". You look around. " Brown tea with Sugar and milk, yeah? " You look back at George " yeah that's the only type of tea we have" You put some water in the kettle and take out a bag. Taking out the milk and sugar. Then waiting water to boil you manage to talk to George

" So... you did not answer the last time. How long have you worked for him then?"
He looks at you " 5 years."
" and how old are you?" he looks away. " I'm 23". You pour the water in. "So, you telling me you have worked for this man ever since you turned 18? He nods.

You add the milk and sugar.
" let us go "

When getting on the top floor and behind a door, you can guess its Jim's office. George gives you an assuring nod of approval. You walk in...When walking in the door you see Jim screaming at some men who look frightened to death. " WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT... TELL ME."

You wait next to the door. You can see he had no sleep as George said. His eyes looked red and his hair looked messy as fuck. He saw you and walked your direction. Snatched the tea from your hands and walked back to the men. 

When Jim walked up the men he drank a little of the tea and went off again.

" I ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING, JUST A ONE!" Jim was holding his free hand up and pointing his finger at them. The men looked like they are about to shit themselves. Manuël, on the other hand, looked messy, pissed off and deadly.

With that, Jim walked up to his desk and pulled out a gun.

" Some of you forgot who I am. "