"This is the first house?", Keith questioned as he stared up at the illustrious mansion in front of them.
Hunk nodded. "Yep, this is the Mcclain Mansion! I heard that it's chimney's haven't been cleaned in over 10 years!", Hunk exclaimed.
Keith stifled a chuckle. That was just stupid.
"Okay let's go get this done with", Keith said. He then charged forward with Hunk following behind.
Shay was never one for gazing at someone. Yes, she talked about them, but to flat out stare at them as if they were beautiful was something she had never done.
But then this random chimney sweeper knocked on Mcclain's door.
He was tall, honey-brown skin, and arms that looked as if he could hold up ten boxes of apples. Shay had to be knocked out of her stupor when the much smaller one cleared his throat.
"We were sent here to clean out chimneys", he said. Shay let out a small "Oh" sound and cracked the door open much more.
"Yes please come in! Sorry about that I am just, just tired today", Shay chuckled out.
The smaller one rolled his eyes. The taller one just smiled politely at her.
It made her heart skip a beat!
"Which way is it to the rooftop?", the small one asked.
"Follow me!", Shay exclaimed quickly. With that, the three followed behind the flustered maid.
Lance, on the other hand, was locked in his room. It all started to set in now. He had this house. It was his responsibility. That also meant he had his father's business to run. That was also his responsibility.
Lance always hated his father's business. It was the work of perfume and other beauty products. But the biggest seller was the lip salve. That always sold out.
And now Lance had to make sure it sold out.
"Do you need some water?", Allura asked. Lance shook his head, "I just want some alone time. Please".
Allura wanted to stay. She truly did. But she knew when to leave her employer alone.
She walked stiffly out of his room and once the door was shut Lance let everything crumble onto him.
Where was his sister? How would he keep the company afloat? How did his father die? Why did he have to die now? Why did this have to happen?
Why? Why? Why?
And why didn't Lance read all of that will?
Well, he didn't need to since he already knew what the will had entailed.
He would get the mansion and the business and he would get the family fortune.
And that just meant that he was going to get a lonely life.
Because when you have money, everyone will lust after that.
Greedy people won't be far behind.
That was for certain.
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Rooftops - Klance
Fanfiction"You might be cleaning the chimneys but you aren't such a bad looker". "Thanks. And even though you are a rich prat you aren't so bad yourself". COMPLETED