Salvar didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up.
He opened his eyes, but wait...
The room was wrong.
He sat up and looked around.
From his viewpoint, his eyes grazed over the white plastered walls, the single bed he was sitting on, and the makeshift table beside it, while a small kitchen was wedged into the corner like an afterthought.
It was the servant quarters he used to live in.
Instinctively, he grabbed his phone from the table and looked at the time.
8:30 a.m.
Fuck. He was late.
He grabbed his toothbrush, cleaned his teeth at the small sink, pulled on the uniform hanging from the hook on the door, and walked out.
"You took a long time."
Xavier sat on the bed Salvar had just vacated, a book in hand, watching him with the particular attention he gave everything, which was complete and unrushed.
Salvar looked at him.
Then at the room he needed to clean.
