Anthony and Maria. Good morning.
Your eyes flick open as the curtains are pulled open and immediately shut as the light sears into your corneas. You immediately pull your blankets up around you and huddle defensively as you wonder what the hell is going on. What is she thinking? This is so...Rude. Maria. you say calmly, your eyes opening just enough to see a blurred shape moving against the light. Yes sir? She responds, all happy and chirpy as she always is in the morning. What do you think you're doing? My job sir. I gathered that Maria. What I meant was, why are you doing it now, when I'm still here, when I was still asleep and felt that it was necessary to try and blind me. Because I always start cleaning at eight o'clock sir, like you told me to sir. You hear a glass clink as she puts something on your bedside desk. Yes, I did say that Maria. You sit up, your eyes still mostly closed as you reach carefully for the glass. But, it isn't eight o'clock. I'm afraid it is sir. Don't forget the aspirin sir. Oh yes. Thank you Maria. And it isn't eight o'clock. It is sir. It isn't. It is, sir. Ignoring the fact that, it isn't, it's generally considered quite rude for a maid to repeatedly disagree with her, or I suppose his, employer. I know it isn't eight because I never sleep in to eight. Even if I was tired enough for that to happen, my alarm would go off. That it would sir. If you'd set it, sir. You stare at her as she continues cleaning the room, singing a tune under her breath as she uses a small brush to clean along the windowsill.
... You check the alarm, and she's right. It is eight o'clock. A minute past now. Good punctuality on her part. You swallow the aspirin silently and swing your legs out of bed. You've never been in a position like this before. Thankfully, Maria seems to be perfectly happy to just let this be swept under the rug. You pick up the newspaper on your bedside desk and skim through it for any events towards last night, taking your time. You're already over an hour late for work, another won't make much change. Maria? Yes sir? While I do admire your time-keeping and dedication to your work, it does reflect strongly upon you, I do believe we would both prefer it if you weren't here whilst I get changed. Maria pauses at the window. A few moments later. That's a good idea. You watch her as she leaves, paying attention to that small blush she can't hide. She pauses at the door before she leaves. Sir. You nod respectively as the door clicks behind shut behind her. You thought she'd forgotten.
You arrive at the New World Orchard building soon after and stop at the entrance, ignoring the glares from others as they move around you. Your eyes on the other hand, are locked on those...ruffians. What the blazes are they doing here? Are they looking for you? It would be a large coincidence if it was anything else. Damn...Is this meeting worth it? Dollar signs ring off in the back of your head. Damn. you say under your breath before brightening up. They're leaving, you don't know where, but in a building as huge as this it's unlikely they'll be on the same floor as yours. You sigh with relief as you get in the elevator. Admittedly, you're still not happy they're in the same building as you, but you'll live.
-"I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized."