"Come on, Gabriel. Are you shitting me? How do you mean THIS ENTIRE BUILDING?"
Gabriel keeps a straight face. "I mean exactly that. This entire building is your place of residence."
"What am I gonna do with a whole building? How do I clean it? Where do I stay? Which room? OH MY GOD."
"Don't worry about a thing. Everything is well taken care of. My butler, Lopez, has assigned your head of household. This is where you'll hold court—"
--"Hold what?"
"Hold court. Meetings, I mean."
"And why would I hold meetings? I'm just your personal assistant!"
"Oh, that," Gabriel sighs. "We'll have to talk about the new terms and conditions."
"Do not do this to me," Claire scowls. "You can't just change the terms of my employment with you just like that. I need to agree to it."
"Yes, of course!"
"And most importantly, I am not one who will be easily impressed by grandeur and luxury or any shiny thing you flash before me!"
