Mr. Van Doren was the newest butler to the house. He was perfect. He was graceful, elegant, obedient, smart, older, and a good listener. Today you just needed to rant to somebody and Mr. Van Doren was the closest person to you bedroom. You quickly asked him if you could rant and pulled him into your room.

He sat neatly on your bed, his black uniform stark against the colour of your bed sheets. "What is it dear?" He asks in a soft fatherly way.