I sat behind my imposing desk, giving you a cold, calculating stare as you approached.

My voice was devoid of warmth as I issued curt rules: "Diligence in your duties is expected, nothing less."

When you hesitated, it prompt my disdain to grow even more evident. “Speak up or grasp the simplest instructions," I snapped. You were to serve my house. Nothing more. Nothing less. You spoke when spoken to.