Diamonds

Glistening Diamond

'Tyler?'

'Yes, sir?'

'Could you um, tell Kathryn that this was a very great dish, I really enjoyed it.'

'Will do, sir.'

Tyler was working for Mark for a long time now. He was his servant and Mark's favourite for some reason. He was the one who took direct care of him. Kathryn cooked, of course, and Ethan was supposed to do the cleaning, but he was the one to arrange his time schedule, he was the one to welcome his guests, he was the one to be around at all times. But his most important task was to polish Markiplier's diamond YouTube play button. It wasn't a strange thing for a man like Mark to be a bit obsessed over the trophy but, for some reason, Tyler didn't think it was necessary to scour it twice a day. Yet, it was an incredible honour, and Tyler took it. Over the years in the YouTuber's mansion, he got used to things like that.

'Alright, so I'll go upstairs now. Um you know, work and stuff,' announced the red-haired man as he got up from his seat at the head of his dining table.

'Yes, sir,' repeated Tyler, standing near the wall at Mark's right hand, holding his hands in front of him, as he got tought in the course many, many months ago. Mark pushed the chair from the table, looked out of the window to the sea and turned around to leave the dining room.

'I love you,' he added when his master walked out the doors to the foyer. Mark's head jerked a little and then he nodded, as if he was approving. His walk toward the staircase resumed its pace and soon the last piece of him disappeared to a higher floor. Only after then, Tyler dared to smirk.

He was incredibly pathetic. Everybody knew. He knew, Kathryn knew, Ethan knew (as he told them more than enough times), the editors that come always at six at workdays knew, the fans knew. He paid his servants to constantly reassure him that they loved him, even if it's not true.

That's why Tyler is the only one around. Kathryn usually just stays in the kitchen pretending to work 24/7, and Ethan is either with her, eating from under her hands, or just in his room, probably rearranging the collection of trinkets he stole from around the house. When he is working, he is always trying to be at the opposite side of the grounds like, cleaning the pool or something.

Well, someone had to take care of the owner of it all. So it is Tyler's job to stick around and keep an eye on him. Which ment, of course, fulfill what he's paid for and 'love' his boss.

To be honest, Tyler didn't mind. He was used to see Mark a little down, he was the one that was forced to listen to his endless complains. He got to know him like no one else. He knew things that he would never tell he knew to neither his friends or Mark himself. Like the fact that his master was an owner of a dildo. Or that he gets drunk once a month a sobs into his pillow.

Once Mark was safely upstaires, Tyler collected the plates and glasses off the table. It was a really nice table. It had multiple solid ebony legs and a thick marble desk. It was kind of large for one person to sit at but Mark was a showy person and wanted his rare visitors to feel like royalty.

He put the dishes on a trolley and started towards the kitchen. The only way there from the dining room was through a door behind Tyler's usual place to stand while waiting for his master to finish his meal. He opened said exit and pushed the trolley into a narrow, dimly lit corridor. Its contrast to the previous room was prominent; the dining room was very clean, and aside from the table it was only filled with an oddly fitting chandelier, an abstract looking painting, the wide entrance to the foyer and a window, which was very large and covered the wall opposite said entrance and the wall on its left. It showed a magnificent view of the sea waves rolling across each other. The corridor Tyler just entered was dark, unkept and kind of creepy. It was short, ended with a door on the right and a spiral straircase and a curve to the left. The floor was dirty and cobwebs coated the ceiling as Ethan was too lazy to clean places he wasn't ordered to clean. Tyler was too used to this passage for servants (and Ethan's laziness) to care.