He looked down at her with a displeased glare before looking away as prideful as I could. She said nothing as the door was opened and we got out of the car.
The driver whose name was Jeffrey led us through the glass doors of a tall building.
"This is the staff apartment building. The young master's apartment is on the twentieth floor," the man told him as they walked into the elevator.
I sighed, at least we were not going to live in the underground parking lot of the building and I would be able to see the scary-looking sky when I want to and have a good view of the city which I must say was way beyond my imagination.
The building was well guarded and when we finally got to the twentieth floor, Jeffrey who held my luggage went in first after opening the door of the apartment.
I followed him into a simply styled living room. it was spacious with sofas, table and . . . wait! No TV. I was already planning to come here after work to watch some TV shows to understand this world more but I guess I was meant to be stuck at the end of the day.
There were some books on the shelf and that was it. I wanted to cry. Don't ask me why. What could be more frustrating than this?
I looked down at my cat where she had made herself very comfortable on the black leather sofa. "Are you going to stay here?"
"Yes, I am. I was kept in charge of your well-being during your stay here, young master," he replied to me so comfortable.
It was weird because I have not stayed so close to a stranger who was not a family member. I don't even know why I asked.
"Why do you have to stay here?" my cat finally said something.
I nodded firmly in agreement and looked at the man with as much hostility as would make him rethink his decision.
"I was assigned to ensure your well-being here," he replied again and I was getting pissed off by his lack of excuses. Can't he just simply notice that I don't want him here and leave? he must be very insensitive to not notice the darts I was throwing at him with my eyes.
"Do you have your room here?" my cat asked and I nodded firmly again as that would be the only reason, I would not be throwing the man out immediately.
"Yes, I do. I would be getting recharged through the night," he replied and pointed at a door. "That is my room."
I wanted to laugh at his sense of humor about recharging through the night but I held back as I thought that it might be a common manner of speech among them.
"That is okay," I agreed after a few seconds of silence. who would mind having someone around to help them, especially with things I am too lazy to do? He could do the house chores.
I gave him a pat on his back before looking at the four other doors I knew nothing of. "So, where is my room?"
He led me to my room and I was pleased with the ceiling-to-floor window of the room. It allowed sunlight to stream in undisrupted. It was neat and I knew the man was doing a good job keeping the place clean.
He showed me my closet and the bathroom. I was impressed by the overall five-star appearance of everything. I could picture myself having so much fun in this place even without the TV.
"Young master could settle in for a while and I will get your lunch ready," he told me and I was so pleased I smiled ear-to-ear until I felt that it must look too sheepish if I see my reflection in the mirror.
"Thank you then, Jeffrey," I told him. I sighed when he closed the door. I had almost called him older brother, for goodness sake. Do I still want to keep my head on my neck?
That was so close. I will have to throw away the respect my parents thought me when I was on earth as they will only get me in trouble in this world.
I was planning on asking him if there was a place for my cat but since he had gone, I decided to ask later.
I walked to the well-laid king's bed and sat down on it. It sank it and I must give it a ten out of ten if I was going to give my bed back at him which I believed topnotch a six out of ten.
I rubbed the comforter on the bed and I inhaled the sweet unfamiliar scent that filled my nose. Was my life finally getting better here?
Ah! Humans are very easily pleased. Imagine how these simple things made me feel so good that I was getting comfortable. I reached for my cheeks and hit them, not as hard as I could but hard enough not to leave a mark on them.
"Wake up. You must strife to leave and not enjoy this world," I warned myself allowed. I stood up from the bed that I blamed for all the distractions from my main aim and pulled my suitcase to the closet.
There were clothes arranged already just like in my room in the capital. They were of really good quality and I found a plain grey sweatshirt and sweat pants to wear.
I changed from the formal cloth my cat chose for me in the capital. She did not tell me why and since she looked like she was having some serious beef with me, I had shut up my mouth and wore what she gave me after all she was older.
Now, that was not cowardice, okay? You have to believe me.
I lived a better life than most of my schoolmates . . . wait! That is too judgemental, right? After all, I knew nothing about their lives at home and stuff but I have not lacked . . . now I will have to stop there too.
As you must have taken note, I had a very strict father who hardly smiled at me for any reason.
Well, that is just by the way before I begin pouring out how much I miss home to you.
I just wanted to say, I was treated well in this world and it was not in any way inferior to how I was treated back at home. Well, when it comes to material things.