In Your Arms

First Day

CONTENT WARNING: disordered eating, alluding to a poor relationship with food.

Well, how did it go? Everyone is dying for details!

You stare down at your phone. Shit. You could literally be sued if you talked about how it went. Even if it's just Rey?

It was fine. :) See you at lunch?

Without waiting for a response, you tucked your phone into your pocket and returned to staring at your closet. Kylo Ren had texted - your new work phone - that he expected you to return to the estate, after your classes, for an overnight "test run."

While he wouldn't be there, he assured you that he would be available and close by in case you had any questions. He also informed you that he had drawn up simple instructions, as well as left ways to contact each type of his staff.

Housekeeping, groundskeeping, the personal trainer (someone you never hoped to meet), as well as his head of staff - should you need any help during your stay.

The whole thing was... overwhelming, to say the least. However, you did appreciate the fact that he was conscious of your nerves. The test run should put both of you at ease with each other.

On top of that, your lunch companions would most assuredly be bombarding you in a matter of minutes regarding your late night rendezvous with Kylo. Unfortunately, you weren't sure how much you could legally disclose about the whole thing.

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(KYLO POV)

Kylo Ren stood in his office, his eyes glued to the computer monitor in front of him.

Several men were walking around on the screen, and it looked like a strange home movie. The men were all dressed in a similar fashion, and the room they were in seemed almost too grand for them to exist inside of.

Ding.

Kylo tore his gaze away and looked at the source of the noise - his phone. Vicrul's name filled the notification bar and he unlocked the device to see what the only member of his staff that knew about the cameras had to say.

Cameras are nearly all in place. How does the live feed look?

Kylo smirked as he typed his response. He felt like he was doing something morally wrong. But he wasn't, right? It was his house and he could install as many cameras as he wanted inside. It was simply a security measure.

Functional. Send me a pic of one mounted, I'd like to see how it looks.

Another ding, and Kylo was looking at a picture of his entry way wall. He pinched his fingers together on the screen to blow up the picture and squinted. If there was a camera hidden among the framed art and wall-mounted light fixtures - he sure couldn't see it.

Excellent. That means she can't see it either. He rolled his shoulders. No. This was for security. That's it.

Kylo Ren wasn't interested in whether or not the act of him placing cameras all over every square inch of his estate was ethical or not - he was too busy imagining himself watching his unknowing prey whenever he felt like it. That was the truth.

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You stood in front of your pitiful wardrobe, re-running the words you had received over text from Kylo Ren.

Wear something professional. I'd like my staff to know you exist as an extension of myself, in my absence.

'Something professional' could mean a lot of different things - depending on who you ask.