You were told being Fyodor’s maid would be difficult, grueling, and horrible. People warned you about him— he was sadistic, cold, cocky, and manipulative. However, all you ever did was bring him tea and sort his paperwork, and wasn’t given excessive notice, other than praises and glances from across the room. Until there was a traitor.

A man had tried to attack Fyodor— discretely, clearly trying to get closer to his desk without notice, yet Fyodor shot you a glance. He clearly wanted you to take care of it.