James slowly opened his eyes, not sure what had woken him, it definitely wasn't his alarm clock. It was to gentle to be his alarm clock. He screwed up his eyes as he listened for it again. He heard it and it sounded like a bird chirping, his mind instantly flew to the Shape Shifter whos name he still hadn't learned. He sat up and looked over at his alarm clock, 7:23. He sighed and ran a hand threw his hair before standing up.

He went along with his normal everyday morning routine of taking a long hot shower and getting dressed into the usual black suit. Once finished he called down to his driver, telling him to get the car started and be outside in 5 minutes. He looked at the clock once again, 7:48. He had plenty of time to get to work, besides, he was the boos. He could come in three hours late if he wished. He wondered if he should take or leave the Shifter here, he was going to have to deal his his attitude too at some point.

He left the bedroom. 

Nemian was very skilled when it can to cooking and it was actually something he enjoied. He was a slave, but that didnt mean he couldnt enjoy doing something. He set the had seat of the dining room table and garnished it finely. He didnt haave to like James, but by trained nature he did have to serve him.

James smelt the food as soon as he opened the door from the bedroom but hadn't excepted him to be cooking anything. He came down the stairs slowly, finishing his tie, the heels of his shoes making small clack, clack sounds as they made contact with the hard wood floors.

He was surprised, to say the least, when he saw that Namian had set the table and everything. And here he was thinking that he had to manners whatsoever. He looked at the shifter for a moment before he spoke. "I think we got of a bit on the wrong foot last night, my name is James Alexander." He told the other, trying to at least be decent. "Do you have a name or would you just prefer me to call you Shifter?"  

Nemian raised an eyebrow when he heard James say something. "You arent human?"he inquired as he also heard the driver blow his horn.

James noticed Namian turn around and figured it was due to his lack of appetite this morning. The driver honked again, irking James. "Vampire, obviously." He said as he finally turned to leave. He frowned, figuring Namian should have at least picked that up last night when he saw Adin. And he must have smelt the blood because James could still detect the faist traces of it lingering in the house. 

"Im not going to break anything. So just get off to your job of swindling people."he huffed as he tossed the towel onto his shoulder. "Whatever...I wont need to contact you. Im not helpless."

He thought about how pale and fragile James looked befor he drank from that woman. He then thought of how radiant and fair he looked after the feeding. He pushed the thought from his mind. He felt he should think about him any more that he should, but through out the day his mind continued to drift to him. What an aggitating day. Nemian, after he went over the house cleaning, eventually found himself in the room he first awoken in.

James leaned back into the seat of the car and closed his eyes. "Everything ok, Mr Alexander?" His driver asked him. "Yes, Nathaniel, just get me to where i need to be. Quickly, I you would." He said calmly from the backseat, eyes still closed. "Of course, sir." And the rest of the way was silent as always.

"He's offered his home as collateral." James listened to his a.ssistant while he read the documents in his hands. "It's not bad property... but the registers a mess..." James frowned, "Forget about it then." James said flatly. "Any other prospects for collecting the money?" He asked, looking up. "Yes, theres some Real Estate in Hawaii as well." James pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in exasperation. There he went again, thinking of Namian. "U-uh..." His a.ssistant stammered. "Shall we just refuse to finance an additional load and collect the money immediately, then?" He sighed, "So there's nothing except that land in Hawaii?" "There are others but this seems to be the only thing of any value." James put the papers down and got up, "I'm closing shop for today..." he announced, moving around his desk and was preparing to leave. 

James came home only an hour after that, his driver pulling up in front of his building. "Thank you, Nathaniel." He said as he got out and went inside. 

James went directly to his room, following his everyday rituals. Get up, got to work for a few hours, bring work home, work, sleep and relapse the next day. He phone rang before he even got to his bedroom, so he dropped his things onto the desk and picked up the phone. "This better be important, I'm busy." He growled into the receiver. He listened for a few moments.

"About the additional loan... give him the money." He said, looking at his bed. Namian's scent lingered freshly in his room. "Did I hesitate? Of course i'm sure. Make his daughter a co-signer." He rested the phone on his shoulder and wrote a few things down on a card on his desk. "And if it comes to it you can always make money off of women." He waited a few moments before hanging up.