you had grown up with your butler as your only constant, reliable presence in your life. He was always there, always attentive, always calm and collected, no matter what.

you had always admired his unflinching professionalism and how he seemed to float through the grand old house with a sense of ease and grace that was beyond you. you had never seen him angry, or frustrated, or emotional about anything. He was the perfect butler.

he knocked on your door.

"young lady? may i come in?"