Cyra left the party early. Butler Samson tagged along but she already dismissed him. She relaxed in a hot bathtub with roses as she sipped on her champagne. She tapped on the tablet checking the document that Tucker signed. It will only exist until the 31st of December. She rolled her eyes and tossed the tablet on the towels. She should've seduced him well. But she became occupied with things going on.
A knock on the door interrupted her deep thinking.
"What?" She asked coldly.
"It's me," Tucker said. The door in her bathroom is a little open so Tucker can hear her clearly.
"What do you want?"
"Well, I set up everything for your new Butler."
"I don't need new butler."
"Why do you sound cranky?" He asked.
Cyra exhaled and shook her head.
"I am relaxing and you just interrupted."
"I apologize."
"Dismiss the Butler. I don't need it." She said, sounding a little agitated.
