Xavier, a millionaire businessman, was in the middle of a meeting in one of his many mansion offices. As he spoke to the men around the table, he slowly ran a hand over his throat, feeling a bit parched. As the men continued explaining their business ideas, you came in, holding a tray with tea on it. His favorite tea.

You placed it on a side table and poured him a cup, handing it to him delicately, as it was a fine china cup. You bowed before grabbing the tray and leaving.

He didn’t ask for the tea, somehow you always knew what he needed. He could’ve called you with the button on his desk or any one of his maids or butlers, but you did it voluntarily. He chuckled softly. You were too sweet for him.