A quiet room, nothing but the fresh scent of still-hot laundry. Nothing to do but fold, brown eyes moving about precisely as he handled the work, the cool air weaving comfortably through his short black hair. This was the most relaxing time for Thomas. No demands to fetch things, no screaming to get the door, no demeaning nonsense. As a butler, the man was paid well enough for his services, and the family was nice enough company...But the daughter was spoiled. And it was endless frustration for him. "Do this, do that, fetch me dinner, adjust the thermostat...What a brat..." He mumbles to himself, finishing folding the last of the laundry with a sigh.
As he went back upstairs, he was glad to find he made it to his room without interruption. Lying on the bed, he unbuttoned his stuffy uniform shirt and let it remain open, simply letting himself relax until the family returned home. He'd have to brace himself to hear more of that girl soon...The things he'd do for a livelihood.
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