Harry recieved a call from his manager the following morning, which woke him up. He stayed up quite late last night.
He grabbed his phone, still groggy. He was laying in his side, so his arm was pinned underneath him. He moved to his back once he had his phone in his hand. He answered the call, with half energy. His hair was a mess; he was tossing and turning a lot last night.
"Hello?" muttered Harry sleepily. Out of all the hours in a day, why'd it have to be to now? He thought, annoyed. His assistant must be punished for this. Maybe, having him clean the kitchen instead of chef?
"Hello, sir." Chester Alawaz was Harry's assistant. Although hes much older than Harry (by looks, anyway), he looks up to him like a father.
"What is it that you could possibly wake me up at this time?" He spoke coldly into the phone. He looked around for his clock. It was 1:24pm. "Oh, never mind. I didn't see the time."
"That's okay, sir. Would you like to know the schedule for today?" Chester wondered why Harry admitted to his mistake. He never does that. Ignoring that thought, Chester listened for his next words.
"A schedule?" He glared into space. "Don't I ever get a break?"
"Sorry sir, but no." Why was he talking back for his schedule? Chester was still frankly surprised by his boss's behavior when he met the girl. Chester could see the beauty in her face, but what else was there to make Mr. Jester act like that? He decided to not question it.
"Okay, fine. What's the schedule?" He asked, getting out of bed. He put the call on speaker, so he could change into proper clothes.
"At 2:30pm, you have to perform one of your songs to a small orphanage. At 4:00pm, you have to attend the studio to record Mr.Jackson's song that he wrote. At 5:20pm, you have to attend a meeting with your Manager. And at 7:00pm, you have to model a few suits for the cover of Vogue. I believe that's all."
Once Harry was dressed in a black suit and a red tie, he walked to the bathroom and slicked back his hair with a comb and gel while saying "Oh, mkay." he picked the phone up and turned off speaker. "Will there be any time to go somewhere afterwards? I would like to visit somewhere, tell the bodyguards at.." he picked out a time, "9:30pm, we will be going to Alinea."
"Alinea? But sir, it closes at 10:00pm every night. I am sure you know that." Chester was worried. Was this about the girl? He hoped that this girl would not ruin his boss's career.
"I know." Back on Harry's side of the phone, it was indeed about the girl. He had to know who she was, and what she is.. or was. Repeating the thought in his head, could she have been 'kicked out'?
Chester spoke again, making Harry snap out of his daydream. "I..oh. Okay, sir.." Chester was surprised by the softness in his voice. His boss, Harry, had never spoken like that. It had to be about the girl. If she were to mess up Harry's career, Chester would have to cut her off from his life. Not kill her, though. He would never get past Harry for that action.
"Goodbye, Chester." Harry hung up, putting the phone in his trouser pockets.
Harry called the maid to his room to make his bed. He was excited about later, an emotion he was still getting used to. But, having spent so many years without using it, he remained cold and heartless as he was before being sent to earth. He forgets that he can use emotions and tends to be cold to everyone.
Hearing the maid come up the stairs, he was quick to hide his expression.
"Hello, sir. What would you like me to do?" She asked kindly. She was a pretty girl. Tan skin and brown hair and blue eyes. According to her contract, she was to not be rude in any way possible to her boss. Sometimes, when he was cranky, her mind wanders to unpleasant things involving a rope and his neck..
"Make my bed. Please," he added, he was in a good mood, "also, please tell chef to prepare.." remembering it was noon, he said, "lunch. Thank you."
The maid was a bit surprised by his unusual kindness.. he never uses manners. 'Thank you' and 'Please' are words that he uses very rarely. He uses them as rarely as when ut snows in Florida. It has been happening since he got back from Alinea last night. She gave him a warm smile, and said "Okay."
She went down to get the chef, who was upset. The chef, Ron, was a big man with a perfectly cut beard and mustache. He was bald in the top of his head, which he hid with a hat. He had prepared a breakfast for Harry, but he did not wake up.
"Hello, Ron. Mr. Jester has asked me to inform you to make a lunch for him." She put a small, fake smile on her face.
"Oh, okay.. what's with the fake smile, Tani?" He asked her. Usually, she was happy most of the time, and she didn't need to use a fake smile. So she was pretty bad at it.
"Oh, nothing." Deciding it's wouldn't be good to lie, as she barely does it and it might ruin her reputation, she said, "Mr. Jester is acting strange this morning, that's all." She whispered.
"Oh." And with that, he started cooking Harry's lunch. The maid walked away. With those words, the Chef Ron, questioned what could be wrong with his boss for the maid to say that.
After Harry ate, he got in his car with his assistant and bodyguards. As he looked out of window of the passenger seat, he was smiling, excited for this day to pass.
Harry arrived at the orphanage. He kept a straight face as everyone greeted him. He put on a small, fake smile while taking photos with the teachers and principal.
He went into the first classroom. One of the children, he noticed, looked severely injured. He asked the teacher, "What happened to this one?"
Her smile turned into a frown. "That's Shawn. She was physically and mentally abused by her parents, causing them to be in jail. About a week later after they were put in, they were both killed from a prison fight."
Harry was speechless. He slowly turned to look at the child. Harry started to walk over to her. The child, named Shawn, looked in his direction and seen him.
A smile lit up on her face. She got up, ran over to him, and said "Hi!" She was delighted.
Harry looked at her, and a smile lit up on his face. She was a strong girl, for putting up with her past.
"Hello. It looks like your a big fan of me." He grinned. Her smile turned into a look of questioning.
"Can I hug you? Or is that not aloud, Mr. Jester?"
Harry looked at the girl. He guessed she was about 4-6 years old. Everyone else in the class was working on something special (he guessed it was for him).
"Of course." He said.
Her smile was ear to ear by this point. She wrapped her stubby hands around him. He hugged her back. He whispered In her ear, "Your a very strong girl. I hope you find your family."
With that, he let go of her and gave her a grin. In truth, Harry acts out his happiness most of the time. But, for this once, he was truly happy.