The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I thought about the curious man all day as I worked. I scrubbed the marble floors that were really already clean and I organized paperwork and dusted all of his clocks and pieces of strange art. It was a good way to explore the house. It seemed that as soon as I finished one thing, a maid would ask me to do another. I noticed none of the, seemed to like me much. They were all very short and snappy, even if I tried to be polite. I hoped I didn't become like them by the end of the summer.

By the time I finished all the chores and organizing, it was 6:00. And, of course, it was only by default I got a break from the cleaning. Mr. Biersack had asked a maid to bring me to his office, and you really should have seen the venemous look on her face as she led me up the winding staircase. We passed a thermometer in the halls. It read 50* F. I shivered slightly and was tempted to twist it a notch, but the woman leading me was walking much to fast. "Here." She said, stopping abruptly. "Good luck." A cold, metal tone to her voice, she opened the door. I nodded and smiled curtly, hoping to make amends. Mr. Biersack sat at his desk, reading over a bright orange paper. "Hello." I said, my small voice echoing in the large room. He didn't even move. I walked closer to him, clutching the end of my sleeves with my fingertips two form a sort of paw. "You-You told me to come to your office after chores and...and I'm done." I said shyly. He tilted the paper down and looked at me. "Here. I've printed out your rules." He said. I furrowed my brow in confusion as he handed me the orange sheet he'd been reviewing. There was no title or heading, just numbers and then a sentence. "What is this?" I asked, looking up at him. He scoffed. "Can't you read?!" I opened my mouth to protest but just nodded, looking back down at the paper.

1. Do not raise your tone.

2. Do not talk to the maids about anything but your chores.

3. Do not enter my office with permission.

4. Do not enter room 401.

5. Arrive on time without being seen.

6. Leave on time without being seen.

7. Do not argue with me.

8. No breaks.

9. If you get anything dirty or break a single item, there will be consequences.

10. If you steal, I steal.

I looked down at rule 10 and opened my mouth to speak, but back at number 7. "Well look at you," He said. "You're already learning." I disregarded the orange sheet and scoffed. "I'm sorry, but these are absolutely ridiculous." He stared at me. "Please, read rule number 7 aloud to me. Slowly." He said. I huffed and, off of impulse, ripped the sheet in two.

"No."

"You just technically broke an item."

"It was a sheet of paper with ridiculous 'rules' on them."

"Consequences, Abigail. You're forgetting."

"It was a piece of paper!"

He stood from his chair, another white paper in hand. This one was two paged. "You will see the results of that very clearly later." He said. I chose not to speak. He handed me the white paper. "These are te expectations for the party. Read them when you get home, or whatever you call that draggled shack you live in." He said, a disgusted tone to his voice. I wanted to know how he knew about my home and why I couldn't read it now, but I kept my mouth shut. I had to remember than any failure to follow his rules, no matter how stupid they may be, would result in my arrest. Suddenly, he gently tilted my head up with his index finger. I locked eyes with him and felt his cold, minty breath on my cheeks. "I expect you here tommorow." He said in no more than a whisper. I nodded and jerked my head away, feeling the blush beating in my cheeks.

Notes

Hey! Sorry this took so long. The party is two chapters away, so hold on!

QUESTION TO ANSWER IN THE COMMENTS :
• What do you think will hapoen at the party?