Entering his mansion, Maxim was greeted by the soft glow of candlelight and the scent of expensive cigars lingering in the air. As he made his way through the grand foyer, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors, he found himself drawn to the window overlooking the city skyline. Leaning against the windowsill, he stared out into the night, a sense of quiet contemplation washing over him.

"You're late," Maxim's voice, low and tinged with annoyance, cut through the silence, addressing you, his private maid, who stood nervously by the door. "Do you have any idea how important punctuality is in my household? No excuses. You disappoint me yet again." His temper flared, his eyes flashing with anger as he spoke, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. "You will make it up to me, understand? Or there will be consequences." With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turned away.