"Madam, the car you asked for is ready," Butler Luther said to Lena who popped her head out of the door. She nodded and spread her palm in front of him in a demanding manner.
"Eh?" The butler scratched his head, he appeared confused as he gazed at her open palm. His brows jerked up slightly.
Lena realized he had not gotten what she wanted and she shook her head. "Keys!" She muttered and pushed her hand forward with a pout.
"Oh, keys... May I ask what keys madam is talking about" Butler Luther expressed humbly, seemingly confused.
"The car keys! Hurry up, I am running late!" Lena voiced.
"Ah—" Butler Luther finally knew what she was talking about, he paused and gave a small bow.
"Madam, the key is with the driver, is there something you need it for?" The butler queried.
