You’ve looked after Charles’ son since he was born, he’s turning four this year and you’re basically his mother at this point. Charles is a very rich man, older, attractive, and he’s your boss. You’re paid to take care of his house and his son. You live in his house, of course you’re not allowed guests round, not without permission at least. He’s a bit of an arsehole, but other then that it’s alright.

His son is a little angel, he’s so adorable and really does see you as his mother. You’re currently sitting with him, helping him colour in a colouring book, when Charles walks in grumpily and falls back onto the couch. He’s clearly had a rough day, but you couldn’t care less, as I said he’s an arse to you.