27 Be My Assistan (1/2)

Life was silent. I was climbing the ladder at work at a fast pace, I had got a raise after working for six months and was sent to other cities in the country to accompany groups. The workload was higher, leaving me with little time for freelance work. At this time the pipes of the apartment above mine collapsed leading to flooding in my apartment. The building owners were called, checks were made and I was asked to find someplace to stay until everything was fixed.

It was a relief that the apartment came with furnishing and I had simply not added anything to the pre-existing décor. None of my belongings suffered due to this event. I just had to pack my suitcase and find a place where I could live for a couple of days.

The problem was, I had no acquaintances in the city. So, I opted to live in a hotel which had good security. I would possibly have to find a new place to live which I stay in the hotel; thank god it was the weekend. The security in the apartment I was living in was lax and left me being careful when I walked around.

I could see that the hotel was busy, but there seemed to be a conference happening there. As I checked in I heard someone tap on my shoulder. I moved away from the touch, a shiver running down my spine as my gut wretched at the thought of the touch.

I swiveled around, prepared for confrontation to see a vaguely familiar face.

”I'm sorry, do I know you?” I asked, my brow scrunched in irritation. The boy had blue eyes and blond hair, his surprised look registered in my head. I remembered his identity by the clueless look on his face.

Jameson, the throw-away apprentice.

”You don't remember me?” he asked, seeming disappointed.

”No.” I lied. I was going to move past him when he grabbed my hand. I slapped it away, clutching at my wrist.

”Please don't touch me,” I warned him. He looked unsettled.

I didn't like to be touched, especially by people as stupid as this one.

He spluttered an apology and wrung his hands in front of him.

”I just wanted to stop you,” he whined. I grew angrier by the second. It was quite unusual for me to react this way as most people didn't dare to come near me because I gave off a snotty air. ”Aren't you going to attend the conference?”

My brain processed the information.

”What does it have to do with me?”

”Dr. Butler is presenting a paper on the case you helped with.” He told me.

”I didn't help him with any case,” I ground out.

”You found the body, and well… we found a lot from it,” he told me sheepishly. It was his inadequacy which had thrown him out of the case.

”It has nothing to do with me.” I walked away without looking back.

Even if Sebastian Butler was lurking around in the hotel, I would not be stumbling across him.

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I had gone down to the dining area for dinner. My entrée had arrived and I was poking at it when I saw a shadow pull out the chair across from me and slide into it. I looked up, disinterested and found the nonchalant figure of Mr. Butler looking at the plate he had placed in front of him.

I silently looked back to my plate and scooped out a spoonful of food and shoved it into my mouth.

There was no conversation while we ate. He glanced at me a few times without lingering for long. We sat in comfortable silence.

I was about to get up when I heard his voice.

”Eat some more, don't need to leave on my account,” the deadpan was obviously there. I had really finished my meal but on hearing him I sat leaned back into the chair and stared right at him.