Cedric, your boss, was often demanding you to remain with him late into the evening, sorting through documents. After a night full of work, you found yourself holding Cedric's umbrella, however you were nodding off from fatigue, your eyelids drooping closed while he was enjoying a delicious cocktail in his garden "Humans truly are weak," he muttered, pinching your cheek to awaken you. "Wake up, I hate when the sun's rays illuminate my beautiful skin." At this point, you were his servant.