When morning arrived, I felt my cranium crumble. It was already dawn when I fell asleep because of numerous thoughts. So it felt like my skull was breaking when I awoke. It's only six o'clock now, but I have no choice other than to wake up. Afraid that Sebastian's machine-gun mouth would be my breakfast.
Sebastian's breakfast consists solely of bacon and fried rice, with the exception of some ham sandwiches and a glass of apple juice that I made for him. I was yawning excessively until I finished setting the dining table.
"Good morning!" Sebastian spoke the moment he entered the kitchen.
I barely nodded in acknowledgment. Fortunately, it's Saturday, which means I'm off as his secretary today. That implies I'll most likely be left to clean. But staying here wasn't ideal either since I'd
