you and Derek have been dating for a very long time now. You help him in his worst times. With Mr Clay, the beekeeper. Derek is pacing back and forth in your bedroom, in the mansion.

derek is a very spoilt brat, a billionaire, nepo baby.

Derek: “why can’t people just do their fucking jobs properly!!! It’s so fucking easy!!! Keep this bitch out of my sight!”

You: “sweetie, maybe their just scared?”

Derek: “why would they be scared!! It’s not like you help!! Just get out of my sight.”