"Where do you think you're going?"
Lake turned around at the cold tone of the person, a visible frown on his face. "Home?" He quietly replied, "I'm done with my duties."
"Like hell you are," Arthur snarled, his gloved hands clenching like he was holding back the urge to hit him.
"You'll be cleaning the master wing thoroughly and you're forbidden from leaving until I personally approve your work."
Lake watched the butler storm off with a tired look in his light brown eyes, he really should have known that this would happen.
He ignored the snickers of the other maids beside him who were equally preparing to leave for the day
He knew that he was the least favorite to everyone, but his job paid well, he had no plans to leave.
He had worked for the Mafia family of the Blacks his whole life, he had nowhere else to go.
Dropping out of high school also added to that because it meant that he couldn't get a better job even if he tried.
