Sir

- Yes - I admitted defeated. The whole situation was giving me a bit of panic. - P-please don't t-tell anyone. I-I don't want to l-lose my job, I'll do anything - I begged, looking deep into your eyes. I was almost crying, feeling my vision blur a little.

Contrary to what I expected, a smile began to creep onto your face.

- Are you sure? Anything at all? - your smile widens, forming those perfectly crafted commercial smiles, your teeth are so white that I doubted for a moment if they were real or not.

- Even, even? - I nodded, getting a little confused about where he was going with this.

- Look, I can forgive you for trying to steal from me, after all, you didn't even finish the theft so it's not a problem - I sighed in relief, it felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. - I hope to see you in my room at 11:30, I'll be waiting - under my surprised expression, he stood up and brushed the dust off his shirt. He picked up the clock from the floor and put it back in the box and closed the drawer.

As he stood up, strangely my body followed suit, craving for something. I sat on the carpet as he finished packing the rest of the suitcase. My heart was beating fast, the fear still lingered, would he keep his promise?

- You can go now, servant - he sat on the bed and pointed to the door. He kept looking at me with that same strange look as before. I nodded and left with my head down, my body trembling. My heart racing from the word "servant" that seemed different when he spoke it, had a more special quality. Something strange is happening, too much at once... but I'm too tired for this now.