[Act 2 – Soren Chandler, Age 7 – First Meet]
It was the day after the night they had become sponsored by the couple.
Needless to say, they were surprised the moment they woke up and went outside their room. The mansion was bustling with people who wore uniforms. Maids and butlers did their assigned tasks while there were those who stood right outside their door.
Allistair and Soren looked at them with surprised eyes.
"Good morning, Sir Allistair, Sir Soren," the maid who stood in front of those who were lining up behind her spoke and the clueless kids had a confused look on their faces. Seeing the reaction, she lowered her head and placed her hand on her heart.
"We are assigned by the master and the mistress as your personal assistants from now on," she spoke with her respectful voice. The two kids had their mouths open as they looked at all the lined-up maids and butlers. They couldn't count them with their fingers combined.
"I am Maria and I have been the head maid in this mansion for almost seven years already since the first time the master and mistress bought it."
"O-Okay..." Allistair mumbled as he looked at the servants one by one. They all had stoic faces when the child's eyes landed on them but nevertheless, no one bothered speaking up.
"You do not have to worry about knowing their names, Sir Allistair and Sir Soren. These people are all at your disposal."
"Disposal?" Soren spoke in his little voice as he yawned to which the head maid responded. "That is correct."
"Uhm..." Allistair did not know what to do or say. He was simply dumbfounded by the number of servants who stood there like guards waiting for their commands and words. For a second, he doubted if ever it was a correct decision to be sponsored by a family like this.
Not even in the televisions and plays on the streets did he see someone being capable of deploying maids and butlers just like that overnight and assigning them their specific responsibilities.
It must have been by the decimal of a percentage that they were able to reach this family.
An extremely rich household.
Since Allistair had a better grasp of how things worked in the world, he was quite uncomfortable with what was happening especially when it came to the butlers and the maids that followed them around like they were hawks waiting for a command.
It was different for Soren though.
"Miss Maid, when do we get to eat?" the young child asked while grinning widely. His teeth, which some were missing, were on display.
"Right after you take a bath, Sir Soren," she responded quickly without a second thought. Soren yelled as he threw his hands in the air and turned his back to the servants. He wanted to take a bath immediately so he could eat.
But before he could even enter the room, the butlers moved in unison like soldiers in war.
"What... are you doing?" Allistair asked because he did not understand the motive of their action.
"We are here to assist you with your baths, sir," they responded and instantly, Allistair's face flushed red while Soren looked at them with his glimmering eyes.
"Really? Wow... Al! I never had anyone help me bathe aside from you!" He exclaimed and turned to Allistair. "Do you know, I saw rubber duckies in the bathroom earlier?"
"That's great, Sir Soren."
"Right! I want to play with them while I bathe..."
The conversation kept going between the butlers and Soren as they entered the room leaving Allistair behind the door with his mouth open in disbelief.
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Shutter
RomanceMiles worked as a photojournalist in a small news publication. For the past four years, he had been trying to make ends meet by taking photos of celebrities and giving them to his work or selling it to other publications if the pay was considerable...
