Far earlier than usual, his alarm began to blare, sounding like it was an alert for an incoming nuclear bomb threat. It needed to be something extremely loud in order to wake him up. After all, he had made the mistake of staying out late, but he had managed to get away from his so-called friends so he wouldn’t have to explain his actions in the morning if they caught him sneaking out. Plus, he always felt more comfortable sleeping in his own bed and for a day like this he wanted to be fully rested.

  Despite its noise, even after blaring for thirty minutes, he still hadn’t woken up.

  Eventually, Elowen Blythe, one of the servants of the Donahue household that had been tasked with keeping an eye on him entered his room. She casually stepped over to the alarm clock and turned it off.

  “Master Myron. It’s time for you to awaken.” Elowen said, standing over his bed.

  He did not stir at all hearing her voice.

  Myron had tossed and turned so much while sleeping that his covers had been thrown off. They were bunched up in the corner at the edge of his bed.

  Without any hesitation she reached down, grabbed him by the shoulders, and shook him vigorously. It took about thirty seconds of shaking before Myron finally came to.

  He slowly opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and then shouted. He pulled away from her, grabbed his blankets, and hid under them.

  “What do you want, Elowen?” Myron asked, his voice slightly muffled by his blankets.

  “Your alarm has been going off for some time now. I thought it would help if I provided some assistance and woke you up.” Elowen said, speaking in a polite tone.

  Myron crawled out from under the covers and looked at his clock.

  “OH NO!” He yelled.

  He then smacked the clock off his bedside table as hard as he could. Elowen caught it effortlessly.

  “Come now. That’s no way to act.” She spoke, calmly putting the clock back down in its spot on the table.

  “It is! I’m behind schedule!” Myron raised his voice in a panic.

  He scrambled out of bed and started looking for something to wear. He needed something kind of formal but not too formal. Ideally, an outfit that gave off rich boy vibes but only just barely. It would be overkill, but it was that kind of outfit or nothing at all.

  “You still have plenty of time to dye your hair and sneak out for your appointment.” She spoke.

  Myron froze like a deer in headlights. He slowly turned to look at her.

  “You’re not very good at hiding things. I’m impressed none of the other servants figured out that you were up to something. I’m especially shocked none of your so-called friends noticed either.” She continued.

  Myron groaned.

  “Fret not. I’ll help you.” Elowen assured him.

  Myron immediately brightened up.

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  “For real? And you won’t tell anyone?” Myron asked, beaming.

  “If you wish for it to remain between us, then it shall.” Elowen said, smiling sweetly.

  Though there was something just off enough about her smile that it creeped Myron out.

  “OKAY! No more time to waste!” He declared.

  He hastily decided on an outfit and immediately set to work getting his hair dyed. With Elowen’s help and a few tricks that she had up her sleeves, it was done faster than it should’ve taken but it was still rushed, and some parts were undyed.

  “You think they’ll notice?” Myron asked.

  He was staring in the mirror at himself. He had changed his hair to black from the bright neon pink that he had previously. The tips of his hair, however, were still that bright neon pink.

  “It’s hard not to miss. It is such a bright pink you chose this time.” Elowen commented.

  “I think you’re right.” Myron sighed.

  He twirled one of the tips in his fingers.

  “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I pretty much have the job, I just gotta show up.” He then said.

  He turned from the mirror back to Elowen.

  “How do I look?” He asked.

  “Under qualified and overdressed.” she said bluntly.

  “You are so cruel, Elowen.” he said, sounding hurt.

  “But you’re probably right.” He added.

  He grabbed his phone and looked at the time on it. He still had plenty of time to get to where he needed to be, but it was going to be close.

  “Have you taken precautions for your friends who usually arrive soon?” Elowen asked.

  “All taken care of.” He assured her.

  He gave her a thumbs up and a sparkling smile.

  “Your confidence doesn’t give me any confidence in the matter.” Elowen said, shaking her head slightly.

  “Well, I’m going now so even if they do show up…” He started, turning back to the mirror.

  “I’ll be long gone.” He said, fixing his hair a little more.

  “OKAY! Let’s go!”

  He was about to dart out the door, but Elowen grabbed him. He looked at her and was about to say something, but she stopped him. She then walked over to his closet, opened the door and stepped inside. When he didn’t follow, she had to step back out and gesture for him to come along.

  Myron’s closet was huge, it was practically a small warehouse of its own. Elowen guided him to the back of it.

  “If you go out through your usual way, you’ll be spotted and stopped. Your father has chosen this morning to have some of his Corporate Colleagues over.” Elowen began.

  “Yeah, but what does that have to do with going deep into my closet?” he asked, cutting her off.

  “Come now, Master Myron. You really think a house this big doesn’t have other ways of getting around?” She resumed.

  Elowen moved a rack of clothes, revealing a section of the wall with a black outline around it. It was suspiciously shaped like a door. She looked back at Myron while smirking. She pressed two spots on the door and it slid back and off to the side.

  Myron’s jaw dropped as the secret passageway was revealed.

  “Has this been here the whole time?” He asked.

  “Indeed, it has.” Elowen said.

  “Damn, I feel like an idiot.” Myron chuckled.

  “You are an idiot.” Elowen said, matter-of-factly.

  “Oh…” He groaned dejectedly.

  She then led him through the passageways. There were a lot of doors that led to other rooms, the middle of hallways, up to the roof, and down to the lowest basements. Myron knew his house was huge, but he hadn’t realized just how big it was.

  After several minutes of walking, the two of them stepped out into the underground garage beneath the Donahue Estate.

  The underground garage was custom built to have a similar structure to a public parking garage but instead of exposed concrete it was made with special alloys and covered in a white material. The garage was bright, but it had a sterile look to it. All of the cars were clean and reflected lights in specific ways that made their colors pop a lot more than they really needed to.

  On the right-side wall next to the secret passage’s exit was a large workbench with a rack of keys beside it. Elowen walked over to the rack and grabbed a specific set of keys. She handed them to Myron and then led him over to one of their more inconspicuous cars.

  She had chosen a black sedan with overly tinted windows.

  “You want me to drive this?” he asked, offended.

  He looked at it and something about it made him feel gross.

  “You can’t drive out of here with one of the conspicuous and brightly colored sports cars.” Elowen remarked.

  “But I like to drive those cars.” Myron whined.

  Elowen shot him a stern look.

  “Never mind. I’ll drive this one. This one is fine.” He quickly said, tensing up.

  He got into the car, turned the engine over, and drove off.

  Destination? The Dragonwood Plaza.