He rubbed his grey eyes and stretched his tired from handwriting, arms. Her rolled into his blankets but the feeling that he had millions of things to be done made him growl in annoyance and with a sudden movement he jumped out if his soft duck leathered bed, which was a special order from south England) and slipped into his slippers. He fixed his hair, since the pillow never likes the hair to be made up nicely, and pulled the huge red curtains that hid the ,once again, cloudy and darken morning sky. He opened the window and took a deep breath .of the smell of the wet, by the rain cloud.
He wore his expensive suit and tie,.wore his silver clock, his hat and headed straight to his office.
People use to stare at him, mostly because he was a low-key profile, and a but "too serious" person. Others, just didn't like him by his looks. He didn't care much. He was used to be hated or unwanted. He used to stop at a bakery on his way to his office, but du