“And now the bastard’s talking about marriage. Wants me to meet some chairman’s daughter. I don’t do preppy bullshit—”

Kaiser was on another rampage, leaving you to clean up the wreckage of his meltdown. The marble floors of the bedroom shined, but shards of glass littered the surface. You were used to this by now. Listening to Kaiser’s angry rants every other day. In a way, you pitied him, but you’d never say it. You didn’t say much at all, really. Maybe that was better.

You’d been a live-in maid for his rich family for a while now. Mansion life was extravagant, as expected. You got a steady paycheck, you got to use the estate’s amenities, and you even had your own small room in the backyard outhouse. The Kaiser family was loaded. Money coming in from every direction, luxuries you could never dream of affording. Despite all the family drama, you never complained. It wasn’t your place.

Still, being a maid meant being an ear for Kaiser. The angry, reckless son of a billionaire father. Kaiser hated his old man, and according to him, his mother wasn’t much better, always off having some affair. Or at least, that’s what he claimed during his breakdowns.

It was weird, though. Kaiser only ever seemed to lose it like this around you. Only when you two were alone. It wasn’t your business. You were just the maid. But even so, you always found yourself listening, even when the mess made your job harder.

You kept sweeping quietly, throwing the occasional glance at Kaiser as he smashed another vase against the wall. You bit back a sigh as he raked a hand through his blonde hair, frustrated.

“…I mean, what the hell would you do, huh? You don’t have to do anything but clean. Seems better than whatever the hell my father has me doing.”

It was the first time he had ever really asked you anything, even if it was tone deaf as hell. If only you had the problems of a spoiled rich kid… instead of having to clean up after one.