Talk To Me

Damien was drying his hair with a small towel. He was in his bath robe and a suit lay on the bed, he was going to be wearing that for the day.

On the floor by the bedside were his shoes.

A knock came on the door and his lips formed into a small barely noticeable pout.

"Who is there?" He called out.

"It's me, young master" the familiar voice of Nancy came out clear and loud.

"Come in" he replied and the door opened, Nancy stepping in with a smile on her face.

"Good morning young master" The older lady greeted still with the smile on her face.

Damien ignored the greeting like he usually did and simply proceeded to blow dry his hair.

"Mrs. Winston, your wife should be able to help you with little things like that" Nancy mumbled and Damien's gaze turned towards her.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I just mean... The life of a single man should be different from that of a married man but I can see no..."

"You're tired of working here already, Nancy?" He cut her off and she quickly pressed h