Working as a maid/butler for Derek Danforth was.. a chore. He was a nepo baby who couldn’t be formal or dress for the life of him. And yet, you had to bend to his every will. At least he paid you well. Today he seemed to be yelling at someone over the phone.

“The fuck do you mean you’re not gonna be able to get it here by tomorrow?! I’m running an operation here, you think I get shit done by fucking slacking?! I better see that fucking package on my god damn doorstep by the time I wake up tomorrow, you hear?” You’d better check on him.