Clifford's POV
The servants all stood in line, their uniforms immaculate and flawlessly ironed, matching perfectly with the pristine organization of the mansion.
But their expressions weren't those of loyal servants, like when they served under Erick's rule.
He was kind of an asshole, none od them could deny it, but he had a heart.
Different from Claudius Clifford, who walked among them, inspecting every aspect of his...
Slaves.
He grinned when he walked past Lana and Alma.
"All in pristine conditions, just the way I like it. Everyone may go, now, the elders are about to arrive, and I don't want to make them wait."
Everyone moved towards their designated spots, except for Lana, who walked towards Clifford with an expression covered by a dark cloud.
"Are you sure you wanna do this, boss?"
Clifford glared at her, grabbing her face before she was able to move away.
