"Yeah, I can certainly do that," Jenny, mid-tier maid of the villa assigned mostly to taking care of the laundry reported, nearly standing at attention as she confirmed her ability to turn the 3d printer from a scrap of cables and hydraulics into an actually useful machine. "Then again, I can only aim to replicate whatever mold you will create unless you want me to design it from scratch. But the designing process…"
The young man in the middle of her twenties shook her head.
"You can trust me, sir, copying a mold will be much, much… MUCH more time efficient than designing the whole thing from scratch."
"I understand," I nodded my head, trying to be as reasonable as possible here.
It was an unexpected benefit of being filthy rich. An aspect of life that was so foreign for me, Claire ended up giving me a weirded-out look when I first brought up the potential of the staff in our villa just happening to have the skills we realized we needed.
