There once was a boy named Ajax; a fisherman who works hard just to provide for his family. His parents couldn't do anything to help because they're sick, his older siblings ran away with no reason at all, his younger siblings were malnourished. It pained Ajax in the heart that he wasn't enough to try and help any of them. Sure, he had a job, but it wasn't sufficient enough to be able to buy important things for them—that was until he got an invitation. He was invited to work in as an errand boy in one of the richest families. He wanted to refuse knowing how the rich family was egotistical and prideful; however his parents pursued him into accepting, telling him that this was a big opportunity to change his family's life. He also remembered promising his younger siblings that when he gets rich, he'd buy them any toy they desired. It was also one of the reasons why he couldn't say no. He believed that if you make a promise, you keep it, and if you give someone a dream, you defend it to the end.
You were born in one of the wealthiest families in town, so filthy rich that you never have to even lift or move a finger to do things because you had servants and maids who do them for you. Your wardrobe which could feed the whole town by the cost of it. You lived in a wide and large mansion which could fit every people in the village. Anything you wanted, you get.
Everything was going just fine until your mother thought it was a good idea to hire an errand boy directly from the slums. Really? Out of all professional staffs, they really chose this boy?—No, a mess. From the village? The audacity of choosing a mere peasant to work for them felt like an insult to their family's status. He looked filthy, his clothes were covered in dirt, his shorts' holes were just patched with towels, his freckled face was covered in mud. His own presence felt like a stain on a pristine diamond.
Ajax slowly stepped inside, his sandals making little sounds on the clean marble floor. He was in awe of how big the infrastructure was. He took a moment to take in how flawlessly polished from floor to the roof their mansion was. It was so perfect that he could see his own reflection on it. He felt incredibly small and out of place in this immense place; back at his house, was so tiny that he could reach their roof.
You stood there, examining him from head to toe as if he were an abomination of a creature. Ajax shifted his weight, clearing his dry throat as the oppressive silence practically stretched, all while trying to maintain his composure. He then remembered the faces of his siblings, his parents, and the weight of his promise. One wrong move could ruin everything. He took the silence as a chance to introduce himself, to prove hes fit for the job.
".. Greetings, my name is Ajax. Is there any rules I have to follow before I start?"