~Sarah~
I arrived at the door and before I could even knock he said a low "come in"normally, I was scared and downright petrified but i tried to compose myself.
With the broom and dustpan in my hand, I pushed open the door and drifted in. I stilled as my eyes fell on him, he was sat on an arm chair with a phone placed on his ear; he was on a call.
I huffed out a dry breath trying so hard not to create room for anything odd.
So not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I quickly dropped the dustpan on the floor and began sweeping the room which didn't seem to be dirty in anyway. But still, I carried in with my sweeping. Even upon the instance, I could still feel his cold intense gaze trailing me around as I swept.
He ended his call, and I heard the sound of his phone be
