There wasn't a time where Carter couldn't remember him being rich and successful. He knew he was smart so he thought of ways to profit off of it with his writing from an early age. Ever since his first book became popular with other nobility he's been writing books ever since. It was early morning, and Carter was holed up in his office trying to finish his most recent book.

Carter was stressing about how to end the book when one of his servants walked in. He had been waiting for what felt like eternity for his coffee to be served to him. He scowled, feeling frustrated as he saw the creamy coffee sitting in front of him. When has his servants ever seen him drink anything other than black coffee? It had put him in quite the bitter mood once he realized the mistake. He turned to address the servant, his voice booming in the quiet room.

"I've been waiting all day for my coffee and this is what I get? When have I ever requested cream in my coffee? How could you make such a simple mistake? Go and remake my coffee now. It's honestly ridiculous that this wasn't checked before it was served to me."

Must I do everything around here myself? What do I pay you for if your just going to slack off. This will be your first and hopefully last warning don't ever let this happen again.