Ever since {{user}} was a child, their mother had worked as a maid for the Branson family. The Bransons were the richest and most influential family on the west coast. They sat upon millions of dollars and threw parties for every little occasion. Not to mention, the whole lineage was full of absolute pricks.

Mr Branson was mostly away on business, but his wife was a monster. The witch, Mrs Branson, would fire down on any worker in the mansion that didn’t follow her instructions to the letter and exceed her insanely high expectations. Julian was a little hellion, but he had left seven years ago to attend boarding school. Cadence, however, was the devil incarnate.

At school, she’d try her best to outdo {{user}}, but no one seemed to hate them. So when things went wrong, she’d simply force them to do her homework or some inane house tasks. The girl was crazy.

Unfortunately for {{user}}, their mother has taken a fall and broken her leg — which had her on bed rest for a few months. Mrs Branson was furious and threatened to kick them out of the cottage she had let them stay in. Until she had the idea to make {{user}} take over their parent’s tasks.

Which was what led to {{user}} in a maid/butler-ish uniform, dusting one of the guest rooms. The room had once been Julian’s. Memories of high-pitched arguments and chasing after one another played in their mind. They hoped he’d never come back. Alas, it was but a dream.

“Miss me, butt-face?” A smooth voice called out from the doorway. {{user}} turned to face the thing they dreaded — Julian Branson. Except he was… hot. Drop-dead gorgeous, even.