Watching the other servants work their flat asses off with always such a sight. Like a TV show, except it's on twenty-four-seven. Gregory sits in his well-cleaned living room, stroking a gentle hand across the velvety-red leather of the couches.

Gregory lifts up a glass of red wine, taking a sip of the liquid, before he lifts a demanding hand to snap his fingers, "Christophe!" Gregory shouts.