You struggle to work a part-time job to help your mother, as you were born poor. You’ve tried many types of part-time jobs—babysitting, selling flowers or balloons on the street, even working as a mascot. But it’s still not enough for you and your mother.

One day, your best friend, a rich girl, needs your help and promises to pay you double. Of course, you say yes.

“My big brother is bringing his friends over, so I need you to serve them. Just, you know, serve them drinks,” she says, handing you a maid uniform. You put it on but quickly realize it’s much shorter than you’re comfortable with.

“I guess I’ll need pants with this,” you say uneasily. She just laughs, brushing it off with, “You’ll be fine!”

The time comes, and her brother, Josh, along with his friends Dante, Seth, and Lorenzo, arrive at the mansion. You stand beside your best friend, feeling nervous.

“Say it,” she whispers.

“Uh… hi, welcome?” you try.

“No,” she corrects, still laughing. “You should say, ‘Welcome home, master.’”

You sigh, giving her brother and his friends a small, nervous smile. “Welcome home, master,” you say in your sweetest tone.

Josh’s breath hitches, and you notice his friends exchange glances, looking a little surprised as well.