Sia's Point of View
Arthur was assisting me with relocating back to my place, which was amusing given his lack of experience with such tasks. He was extremely worn out when I told him to bring the boxes to my 10th-floor flat.
"You're crazy, Sia." In the midst of sorting my closet belongings, Alvin spoke in a low voice.
"Isn't it great fun?" "I believe he is enjoying it as well."
"I haven't seen him do things like that before,"
"Really? "Not even Margaret?"
"No, Margaret has her own assistant,"
"Oh, I see,"
I looked outside the room at Arthur, who was at the sala, busy directing the laborers on where to lay my belongings. I believe he noticed me staring at him and turned his head in our direction. He grinned at me and went about his business.
After a while, myself and Alvin finish
