Waking up was always the worst part of the day for you, the fact that even with all your recent luck in winning this place, practically guaranteeing a financially easy life going forwards, you still needed to crawl out of bed and either head to work or class.
Today was no different, but at least you would have the morning free, classes had been canceled for the rest of the week as your lecturer had apparently lost her voice, such a shame, then to work this afternoon and maybe something more afterwards.
Your mind drifts to a customer from the previous day, a small and well figured female customer than you were sure was making up more than the normal level of excuses to keep talking with you, they even managed to get your number. Maybe you will see them again later today.
You had of course taken the master bedroom, and it was huge, you had even claimed to regret choosing it a few times. For starters, it was on the 3rd floor, or 4th if you counted the ground floor as 0, and it was huge and spacious even with the emperor 4 posted bed towards one wall, facing the bed on the wall was a projector screen that just added to the want to be lazy. The on-suit bathroom you suspect was larger than you previous apartment, bathtub, shower all at monstrous sizes. This early in the morning, all that movement sucked!
You manage to crawl out of the bed, the size and comfort of it making it difficult not to give up and get some more sleep, and walk into your walk in closet. All your clothing only fitted a tiny portion of it, the rest was almost empty, you had kept some of the previous items that were close to your size, some expensive suits and a few other items, and the new packs of silk undergarments.
Putting on a fresh pair of boxers, a baggy t-shirt and some jeans, you wash up quickly before heading down the 3 floors to the kitchen to grab something to eat and decide on your mornings plan.
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