The small apartment was silent. Then again, the alarm had not yet sounded those early hours that day. More precisely a Monday. The apartment consisted of a living room, a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a small hallway. That was it. It just contained everything that one needed to actually survive. The living room’s walls were mostly white, but one had been painted a dark red. One of the white walls contained two windows that lighted up the room a lot. The floor was made out of oaken wood. There was a black couch and chair, a TV, a wooden coffee table and a few paintings. The kitchen was quite basic. He had a fridge, coffee machine, oven and so on. He ate at the small table that stood against the window through which he had a nice view over the city. The hallway had nothing special to it. Bathroom neither. His bedroom was quite basic as well. A closet, TV, a bunch of photo’s, a desk with laptop and a chair. Then there was the bed. It was a king sized with one man in it. A man that had spread himself out on it with and was just partially covered by his blankets. A man who would soon be rudely awoken by his alarm clock. 

And thus, after several minutes the most hated sound in the morning rang through the apartment. Soon a deep groan followed as the man came to live. He rolled on his stomach and reached over for his alarm clock to turn it off. Then he slowly opened his hazel eyes to see the time. Today would be an important day and he really couldn’t afford to be late. He had an hour to get everything ready. Slowly the brunette pushed himself up from the bed and groaned once again. Mornings.. He hated them. 

The man who was just mentioned was named Will Barnett, a 20 years old Englishman who had moved to America from a very young age. Fortunately he still had his accent which made him stand out and sound classier than he actually was. He lived alone. He had lived like that for quite a long time in his opinion. Of course that wasn’t quite true. He had only moved out 18 years ago. His brother had always been around to help him however he could. But now that his older brother was in Australia to work as a model, he was quite the handsome man, he hadn’t seen him for a long time. They did, however, contact each other every night. Asking each other how things were doing and whether something interesting had happened that day. Will himself didn’t often have anything to tell his brother, but he was always very willing to listen to his stories. 

After half an hour Will had managed to take a shower, eat breakfast and brush his teeth. In the other 30 minutes he had left he’d dress himself in his nice, mid grey, suit and white shirt. He’d wear black shoes that day. Maybe a boring look, but it fitted him quite well. He wore his hair messy yet surprisingly classy. The sides of his dark brown hair were shorter than the top, which made him constantly run his fingers through it as it just felt really nice, soft and silky. Some were cursed with their curls but Will was obviously blessed with them as he just rocked the look. 

He checked the clock and thought for a moment. He had a job interview that day. He could walk to the company if he’d leave right at that moment or he could take a cab. No, he preferred walking. Thus he grabbed his geeky glasses and his leather messenger bag before he turned off all of the lamps in the apartment and locked the door. Minutes later he had made his way down the building and outside. It was a fine day. A fine, warm day. He calculated how long it would take to get to the building. He still had quite a while and actually reconsidered to grab a coffee at Starbucks, but eventually decided not to. He followed the busy streets to the high building where he’d have his job interview in- he checked his phone- 15 minutes. 

He entered the building through the main entrance and asked at the information desk where he could find Mr. Takashi or Sylus for his job interview. Eventually he was escorted there by another man. Apparently they didn’t trust him to go on his own. Great. He was then brought to the waiting room and told to sit down and wait until someone had time to talk to him. Will expected the man to then leave, but he stayed where he was. It made him feel quite uncomfortable. For a moment his hazel eyes were locked upon those of the other man to see whether he’d leave if he’d just stare at him, but he had no success and thus looked away. Was he supposed to look at his phone? Was he supposed to just stare at the walls and wait? 
Instead he decided to look around him. The hallway was long and contained several doors. In front of one, at the end of the hallway, there was a desk with a comfortable looking desk. Then there was someone’s name on the door. He couldn’t quite see what it said, but he just guessed it was the office of Mr. Takashi. That made him wonder with whom he would speak that day.