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Arthur awoke to his alarm clock blaring. He sighed and rolled over, clasping the pillow over his ears. his nose was smashed against the sheet. He took a deep breath. The sheets smelled of daisies. He had washed them four days ago. Why did they still smell of daisies? He was a guy, guy's don't have things that smell like daisies.
He suddenly heard his door open. Footsteps tread across the carpet.
'Damn neighbors,' he thought. 'Why'd we all have to live in this stupid apartment building? Couldn't Max have kept tabs on us out in the real world?'
Arthur debated getting out of bed. He decided not to, however because he had not gotten to sleep until 2 in the morning. He didn't even lock his door he was so tired. He had been sent on some wild goose chase to find one of the Main's highest members. It had taken at least three hours just to track him down. Then there was the fight to keep him quiet.
An angry hand slammed down on the alarm clock making Arthur jump.
"Damn it, Arthur. I've been calling you all morning and now you let your alarm ring forever? Some of us find it quite annoying!"
Arthur knew that voice. He threw the pillow off of his head and sat up, untangling himself from the blankets. He stood up and came face to face with Max, his boss. "Sorry Max." he said. Max's black eyes glared at him.
"Sorry ain't gonna help our campaign now is it? Get your lazy butt ready and meet me in my office for breakfast."
Arthur watched his boss leave the room. He yawned, picked up his phone and pushed the center button. Nothing happened. He looked at it curiously. Was the battery dead? He had most definitely left it on while he was sleeping. He must have turned it off without remembering.
He pressed the power button and waited as it powered up. It was taking longer than usual so Arthur began to get ready. He looked into the mirror and cringed. His curly brown hair was a mess, the right side sticking straight out as if it had been sprayed with hair spray. The wide tooth comb was cold in his hand as he ran it through his hair. There were bags under his deep brown eyes and he had gained wight. Not a lot, but enough to make a difference.
Turning to look at the shower he pondered whether or not he should take one. He sniffed his armpits in turn and grabbed a stick of deodorant. He didn't smell too bad, he could get away without a shower. He went back into his room and after grabbing the phone off his bed, and slipping on his shoes, he walked to Max's office.
Seeing that Arthur was Max's personal assistant, his room was on the first floor of the building, close to Max's office. He was also the only other person, besides Max, who knew the passcode to their boss's office. Max trusted no one. He only tolerated Arthur.
Once Arthur had typed in the last number, the door swung open.
"Arthur," Max boomed as the door swung open. "Come in, sit down, have a donut." Arthur wandered in and sat in a chair across from his boss. He eyed the donuts, but didn't take one. He had to stay in shape.
"So, right to business," Max said as he stuffed a donut in his mouth. "How'd it go last night?"
"Well, it took us forever to find him," Arthur started. "You had us tracking down a professional spy. I hope you understand that."
"Yes, but you're one too! You should've been able to find him faster."
"I'm not a spy. You seem to forget that," Max simply shrugged. Arthur sighed and continued. "Anyway, when we finally caught him he was rightly annoying. He wouldn't stop screaming and clawing at our faces. He claimed he was going to call the cops, but it was an empty threat. We had confiscated his cell phone as soon as we had a hold on him. But we finally got him to stop fidgeting and--"
An obnoxious ring tone filled the room. The phone in Arthur's hand was vibrating in rhythm with the ring. Looking down, he saw something on the screen that suprised him. A young girl, looking to be in her twenties, was standing on the beach, hugging a guy. He stood taller than her and was leaning down for a kiss.
"Who's calling you, Arthur?" Max demanded.
"Don't know," Arthur responded as he quickly pressed the end call button. Turning the phone on silent, he shoved it into his pocket. Whose ever phone that was, it wasn't Arthur's. But whose was it? Better yet, who had his?
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