Caden didn't mind Charles watching his every move. But everyone had a line of some sort and if it carried on he'd get irritated like any other human would. It was hard working and living with someone under the same roof day in and day out. But he was looking forward to it. He hadn't seen Charles in his head space yet, but he was a little pissed about not having a tele in the dinning room. Why did they need to concentrate while they ate? He didn't understand what was so bad about being distracted? Chewing was boring... "Just music?" that was it? He'd get a tele in the room one way or another. "Hmm... Okay. Your room will do for now then" he agreed.<br/><br/>As for the spreadsheet, Caden was glad Charles had make one up for him. It would give him something to read over and try to achieve to thank Charles for all his hard work. He'd try and remind himself to make a sheet of his own to hand over to the gent. But right now it seemed they were eating lone... Buf first he went upstairs to use the toiletroom and stayed there for a good ten minuets. His stomach felt like it had erupted,<br/>but he had no regrets...for now anyway.<br/><br/>He ate a salad for dinner to keep his stomach settled and read through the list Charles had given him. They'd agreed to speak about everything during their meals, so everything must've been okay. He cleaned up his plated and cleaned his own dishes for once. Normally he just left them for the staff to do. But he was in a better spirit today. But time was getting on, so he went to change into his nightwear - a long oversized tee shirt along with boxers - and went to see if Charles was okay. "Sir?" he wasn't sure where in the house he was, so he tried the bedroom and gave the door a gentle tap.<br/><br/>Maybe the company wasn't the best place for him to be, but it kept his family alive. His mum and dad put their blood sweat and tears into its success and Caden wanted to do the same. He just needed the training and patience from someone who was willing to help. But he couldn't hear anything on the other side of the door and there was no way he was going to walk in. So he turned back and walked over to his bed to set an alarm. Seven... Nine? Maybe seven thirty would be okay, so seven thirty was what he set. He wondered how Charles would react seeing him in different attire. Everyone always said he looked younger or more childlike out of his suites.