When Midas had offered to take you—His assistant, to a little getaway on a private beach, who were you to refuse?

There was a nice looking beachouse that Midas owned near the shore, and the two of you would be staying there for a few days.

You two went inside the beachouse, getting settled and whatnot. You decided to take the room with a nice view of the sea.

"Darling!" Midas called out from the kitchen. "What would you like to eat?" His British accent rang out.