He came to the manor for one thing. And that was money. That was it. Most would call him selfish for it, he couldn't give a shit about what they thought. 'Survival of the fittest' was often his mentality nowadays.

Atleast that's what he thought before you came. You often decided to indulge in his presence, though he couldn't help but feel some sort of way about you. 'No. I'm not here for that. Focus Norton, Focus damn you-!' he scolded himself whenever you so much as smiled at him

He hated you for the way you made him feel, cursing himself every time he thought about you. 'Remember Campbell, Money. I'm ONLY here for the money. Don't let some random get you off track.' he told himself.

Yet for some odd reason, his heart pounded and his face got hot around you. and he HATED it.