A fair-sized skyscraper, it houses office upon office, dozens of meeting rooms, a full auditorium for larger presentations, several state-of-the-art computer labs, and a cafeteria. There is also a full garage for employees to park in under the building. The top five are reserved from the heads of each sector and their immediate underlings, and the very top one, the 89th, holds a massive board-room and the President's office.
❝ Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm. ❞
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The alarms of his phone seemed to dictate his life. With its alert he once more found himself on the move, and Aurora with him. The lacing of fingers secured another strong grip that pulled her into the first stumbling step before Aurora caught her feet under her and moved to keep up with the long strides her new master made. He knew quite where he was going, everything a blur to her, and still all rather new. If she had to come back, Aurora would much rather come back here. The very fact the evil woman had even brought her here must have been only for the reason of its proximity to her manor. The time was rather short lived, a single nights sleep, and a bath, all Aurora had gathered of this place. Food, not even having been given yet to sustain her. Denial of dinner the night before mounted such hunger to be increasingly felt.
Their exit was swift, out into the light of day, nearly blinding upon exiting the building. A pair of shades would have been nice. The car was close though, and she was nearly shoved into the back seat, the requirements of her seat belt necessary at once. Snapping the thing into place Aurora leaned one arm against the door, her head planting there to watch the world as her master expeditiously started the car and began to drive.
At some point she became bored of watching through the window and turned her gaze to her lap, then the run in her hosiery. One hand came to play with the tear, strumming the strings that remained to connect the fabric, a brush to the skin found beneath. She spoke not a word, though it was tempting to disrupt his constant stream of phone calls. They were all in a language she did not speak, so most anything she said would probably go unrecognized by the person on the other end of the line. It was better just to tune him out. Perhaps if she had been in the front she would have played with the radio to find something suitable to keep herself occupied.
The hours passed quite slow. Not so much that was unbearable, but quite uncomfortably. As she finally felt the need to ask just how much longer they would be she found them driving right into the city. The change was enough to keep Aurora's attention till they came to a final stop. Her master jumped out without a word to her and Aurora wondered if he figured she would simply follow. With a thought much like 'screw that', the female slave fell back against the seat, arms crossed. The valet peaked his head in, clear surprise to find her sitting there. The noise he made caused her to narrow her gaze at him but then looked away with a roll of her eyes. They moved into a garage, other cars all about, to be parked in a place marked with a name that caused Aurora to give pause. “President?” She actually voiced aloud, quiet enough not to be heard by the valet.
The male had turned in his seat after waiting a second to ask her what they might do. Looking away from the sign to the younger man, she realized he was not so bad looking. At the very least he might be decent enough company while she had to wait. The idea of simply sitting somewhere for another few hours was none too appetizing. The man would know no better if she told a lie, and using her masters name in the process would most likely guarantee it to be done. Putting on a meek facade with a touch of surprise Aurora spoke, “Oh...I think Mr. Blanchette in his rush must have forgotten to tell you where I was to go. He had mentioned I might be able to get something to eat, and that you would be kind enough to guide me in his absence.”
The valet, who had not yet given a name watched as Aurora unbuckled her seat belt, then seeming to remember his duty, rose to step out of the car and open her own door. “Thank you.” Letting her fingers graze his arm in a swift touch she picked up on his nervousness and blatant uncertainty; he should be rather easy to convince. “I hope it will be of no inconvenience to you. Showing me the way and such, but Mr. Blanchette would be most unhappy if I were to get lost. Will you keep me company until he is finished?”
A building like this had to have a place to eat. Plus, the valet might be interesting enough, and much better than sitting alone in some office. Though, no doubt the president's office might be rather nice, food sounded like a better alternative. Valets and slaves at the very least shared something in common...they were both requested to wait on people who believed themselves to be better than the rest of the world because they had money and/or power.
