A sharp force stabbed him in the toe and he hissed, bending down and grabbing his foot. "Bollocks! Fuck!"
He hissed again and jumped to touch the wall when he remembered the switch was. His hand touched the wall, and when he moved around it, all he touched was the fucking wall.
"Where the fuck is the light?" He snapped before moving into the direction of the bed.
Brandon bent down slightly, trying to feel the bed when his other toe came in contact with the wooden edge of the bed again.
"Shite! Fuck." He cursed and at the same time got a hold of his phone.
Swiping up the lock screen, he turned on the torch and searched for the switch of light.
It was on the other side of the bed that he had fallen asleep on. Limping towards it, he turned on the light, wincing at the brightness.
"Ugh," Bran groaned loudly. It was Monday and possibly the worst start of the day anyone could have.
Checking the time, he was only 10 minutes behind schedule, which was fine. He had planned ahead since it was his first day anyway.
His suit was ironed, this hotel had a cheaper menu for everything it was extremely helpful to his budget. It was a lapse of judgment in his power, he should have never gone for a hotel as expenses as he had chosen initially. Housing was going to be extremely difficult, hell, it was difficult in London and it would make sense for Manhattan to be difficult as well.
Brandon shaved his face and took a long shower, thoroughly washing himself before turning off the water and drying himself with the towel.
Then he got dressed and put on his shoes.
"Breakfast," he muttered under his breath as he glanced at his bag that he was going to carry with his laptop. Should he come back for his laptop later on?
"Naah, that would be a waste of time." He just grabbed it before moving out of the room and locking it behind him. The hotel offered free breakfast every day of the day and that was it
He stacked up on two slices of bread, a lot of scrambled eggs, and a small bowl of mixed fruit with cream. That should suffice for him at least until lunch.
Breakfast was quickly finished. It had been a long time since Brandon had to eat alone, and it was not pleasing at all. There was no one to talk to and he had to choose to sit alone.
For once, he realized how lovely he was now that he was in another country. There was no Eugene, no friends, he could call him to stay the night. Just no one for him.
For transport, he had chosen to go for a taxi. It was one of the few expenses he had to make until he figured out the tube system or as they said, subway here. The buses too.
It took him 15 minutes to get one taxi because whenever he would hail one, either they would not stop, or someone else would sit at the same time, and just leave in a cab that he called. So, when the next one stopped, Brandon threw himself in.
"Archer enterprises." He said, heaving slightly, "th—"
"I may drive a taxi, but I know where it is." The man had a drawl to his voice and started driving as soon as he finished talking.
Forty minutes later, after rush traffic, he finally reached one of the tallest buildings. The name stood tall and proud, Archer Enterprises.
"That would be forty-five dollars."
Damn, he winced for bringing out his wallet and taking out 50. He let the driver keep the change as he got out of the taxi. Forty-five was too much for one trip, he had to figure out the tube.
The reception was a few steps away from the entrance and the watchman let him in with a critical eye. He stopped in front of the man at the counter. "Good morning, I am Brandon Wallace, I'm supposed to be starting today in the finance department."
"Brandon Wallace," The man pulled out a drawer and checked something before he pulled out an id card, "Welcome to the company, Mr Wallace. Let's get started."
Bran smiled in return. This was easy.