Tension III

The pasta on the plate Alexander feasted on, finished. And the time to take a nap for the night, came—finally.

Emily, from where she lay on a bed, in the room she was given: sensed she should visit her boss, and administer to him his dose for the night before taking the tray back to the kitchen where it belonged.

She flinched off the bed, put on the jacket meant for the nightwear she carefully selected for the night and headed to the door. First, she was thirsty and would take water before reaching the CEO's room.

Emily reached the dining area. She opened the fridge and fixed herself some water to gulp down. Soon enough, she existed at the door that would lead her into Alexander's enclosure, knocking and lingering to be allowed in.

Some time ago, when she came to the mansion—she could walk into his room without knocking. Why not? Alexander couldn't utilize his legs at that point and always comforted himself on the bed, waiting for the right time to use his legs to arrive.

Now that