The new day with new hopes.
And of course, new disasters.
"Sorry, Master"
This was the commotion I had woken up to. My head almost hit the dressing table, with this sound. Throwing myself on my feet, I rushed through the door in my nightwear. Not because of the scream because clattering of vessels had been heard.
"Late...your late"
It was him. In blood and flesh. In a new suit and tie, with wrinkles and the lurking scent of cologne, I despised so much that I often asked him to stop using it after I ironed it. Nowadays the habit had been to avoid his clothes unless he asks to do it for him, and his ego never allowed him to do the former.
My eyes rushed to the clock.
It was six in the morning!
"So? Didn't Frankie tell you of the changes?"
I stared at him, who was in an even messier
