The Evadolon known as the The Flat of the Rich to the poor and middle class, was a large block of flats with top tier services and had it's own estate-like area where there were cafes, restaurants, malls, shops and the like. Only people with a networth of at least ten million would be able to stay for at least one night.
For a place as elite as The Evadolon, the owner decided that the people needed servants to help them do things such as cleaning, serving food and accompanying them in their trips. Servants there earn a whopping sum of ninety thousand dollars a month.
Thorne grinned to himself as he walked up the stairs to his crappy apartment. There's quite a lot someone can do with eighty thousand dollars. And he decided that he would start by getting better clothes and food instead of getting a new apartment as The Evadolon has staff apartments.
He couldn't wait to tell Dale about this. He would be so happy for him! Thorne pushed open the door and instead of Dale excitedly bounding towards him, he saw a hamster house party.
It was wild. There were hamsters everywhere, eating peanuts, jumping on his bed and disposing faeces everywhere. Loud rock music boomed from his Bluetooth speaker that he saved up for months to buy. Dale was in the middle of it all, talking to friends, munching on chips and flirting with the ladies.
"Dale!" He yelled, stomped over to the Bluetooth and switched it off.
"Hey!" A grey hamster called. "We were jamming to that!"
Thorne ignored him and picked Dale from the couch by his brown coat.
"Dale, explain this to me." He gestured around him at his trashed apartment. "Why are you throwing a party in my place?"
Dale squirmed in his hands but Thorne wasn't going to let him go. Not yet.
"Listen T," Dale said nervously, "today is the day you get your results right? So I decided to throw a party in your honour."
"Without my permission? Dale, you're cleaning up this mess and sending everyone out now. Party is over."
"But - "
"That's an order, Dale."
Despite his various pleas and promises, Thorne still had Dale set his apartment right again. By evening, everything was the way it was before.
"So, uh, did you pass?" Dale asked nervously, trying to lighten the mood.
The smile slowly returned to Thorne's face as he threw the paper and card to Dale.
"The Evadolon?" Dale's mouth hung open. "The Evadolon?"
"That's right" Thorne said. "I'm going to meet the employer tomorrow. And then I'll probably start working from Monday. Isn't it great?"
"But they don't allow pets do they?" Dale asked with hope in his eyes.
Thorne laughed. "I'll just smuggle you in."
Dale smiled. "That's good. Very good."
Thorne turned on the TV that hung on the wall opposite his bed.
"Breaking News," a stout reporter said, "the CEO of Bluewish has just been found dead in his bathroom floor at 3am this afternoon. According to his wife, she was in their room when she heard a loud crash then a bang. She immediately went to the bathroom to see he was cold. She called the medics and they arrived by 2pm..."
Thorne reduced the volume.
"It doesn't make any sense," Thorne said, "If his wife saw him dead at 3am, why did the medics arrive by 2pm and the reporters only telling us this now? Something must've happened between those gaps."
"You've got a point," Dale said. "But we shouldn't put our noses in others' business. I'm starving, let's have takeout."