"Should you be more relax? My. Dear. Butler~"

3 years ago, Johnson arrives in front of the Marchalla's mansion so he look at the address again to make sure he's not on the wrong address "this is it, the Marchalla's house" he thought so he presses the bell button and wait someone to open the door. 15 minutes later, someone finally open the door, Johnson's eyes widen when he saw who open the door for him, their beautiful purple long hair, the hot pink eyes, doe like eyes and that full lips make Johnson's heart flutter then he shakes his head as he realizes how inappropriate he's being is so Johnson clears his throat awkwardly.

"What? Did my look make you fall inlove, new butler" said that person which make Johnson shocks when hear their voice, his Voice, it's deep.. too deep like a man that maybe around their 20s or 30s and this man.. standing in front of Johnson isn't a little boy, it's a grown up. Johnson blinks for awhile before he clears his throat awkwardly again then he smiles politely at the owner of the house "the name is Johnson Jonathan Rose, it's pleasure to meet you" Johnson said politely, the man just chuckle softly as he look at Johnson's reaction then he smiles gently "My name is Keinhart Patricia Marchalla, you can call me Kein, Mr. Rose" Keinhart said that as he extends his hand toward Johnson so Johnson took Keinhart's hands then they handshakes.

Keinhart then showing Johnson his room, it's actually pretty nice room just for staff or butler like Johnson stay there "this will be your room now, Mr. Rose. I hope you feel comfortable stay here oh and you could start working right after you're done unpacking your belonging or you could start together, if you start today could you make me some tea? With half sugar cube, ok?" Keinhart said that as he smiles kindly, seeing how nice his new boss is of course make Johnson want to work immediately so Johnson nods shortly as he smiles kindly to his boss, seeing that kind of reaction from Johnson it's seems like.. Keinhart have some plans for his new butler so he leaves Johnson alone at his room while Keinhart goes to his study room to continue his work on something.

Johnson places his baggage on the bed before opening it and starting to unpack his things. He still can’t believe he got the job so easily and with such a kind boss too especially when it’s so difficult for an older man like him to find work. Johnson is a 57-year-old man who has one son, but they aren’t very close. Not wanting to trouble him, Johnson decided to look for a job on his own.

After finishing his unpacking, Johnson changes into more comfortable clothes for work, then steps out of his room to look for the kitchen. Once he finds it, he walks to the dish rack to take out the tea set. Feeling a bit bored, he hums softly as he sets the tea set on the table. Then he grabs the kettle, fills it with water, and places it on the stove. Still humming, he turns on the stove and waits for the water to boil as he prepares the tea and adds one cube of sugar.

Once the tea is ready, Johnson starts looking for Keinhart's study room as he pushes the tea cart. “Where could it be, eeeh?.. hmmmm,” Johnson wonders as he continues wandering around the mansion. Then he notices a door with Keinhart’s name on it. “That’s… rather childish,” Johnson thinks, but he only shrugs. He knocks on the door and says, “Mr. Marchalla, I brought your tea.”

“Come in!” Keinhart replies.

Johnson opens the door while pushing the tea cart, and he’s a bit surprised to see Keinhart wearing nothing but a sleeping robe. Johnson blushes slightly before clearing his throat and approaching Keinhart, who is holding their contract files. Keinhart looks at Johnson as he lowers the files. Johnson sets the teacup on the table and pours the tea. Keinhart puts the files down completely, then takes the cup to drink, but after just one sip, he frowns.

“Rose… how many sugar cubes did you put in here? I told you I only want half a sugar cube,” Keinhart says, looking at Johnson.

Johnson, feeling guilty for making a mistake on his first day, bows slightly. “Uh- my apologies, Mr. Marchalla. I put one sugar cube instead of half.”

“It’s fine, Rose. This is your first day working here, and you just arrived too. Anyway, about our contract: you need to work here for three years. If it’s less than three years, you’ll receive a fine of 3,000 dollars. If it’s less than a week, the fine will be 5,000 dollars. But if you can work here for a month, you will receive a quarter of Marchalla’s assets in the eastern region. How is it? Interested in working here?” Keinhart says, smiling kindly at Johnson.

To be continue.