Amber began to traverse the entire mansion with that tray in her hands, intending to bring a cup of coffee to all family members.*Knock, knock* sounded at Joseph's office door."Come in," said Joseph kindly."The coffee, sir.""Great..." Joseph smiled with happiness, "it's been a long time since I received direct service to the office.""In that case, you better get used to it again because I'll be here every day bringing your coffee," said the adorable Amber as she served."Do you know where Mr. Carson is?" Amber asked."At this hour, he should be in his room; he always calls his mother early to check on her," explained Joseph."Then it will be room service."Amber smiled cordially and left the office.In Carson's room, a call with Mrs. Beth, the mother of the Stanton brothers and Joseph's ex-wife, was taking place."I swear, Mom, Dad bought an extremely expensive suit for that deadbeat, and to top it off, he brought another wretch to this mansion."Carson's mother only listened thr
That night, Curtis struggled to sleep, much like every previous night since he arrived at the mansion. His dreams were haunted by the mistreatment and humiliations inflicted by the Stanton brothers, along with the unjust time he spent in prison.Carson, Campbell, and Agatha's voices tormented him, causing him to toss and turn in bed. Curtis clenched his sheet tightly, eyes shut, and his sweat soaked the bed that once belonged to Carson."You're a starving loser.""You're nothing, you'll never amount to anything.""You disgust me."These were some of the comments Curtis heard in his dream, or rather, his nightmare. In it, he saw himself lying on the floor, unable to get up, while the Stanton brothers circled him, reveling in their verbal assaults.Curtis witnessed Spider's figure slowly pacing behind them, whispering the word 'bitch' with a ghostly voice in the wind, reminding him of the times Spider said he would always be the bitch of millionaires.Curtis woke up screaming, drenched
The Stanton brothers enjoyed a lavish breakfast with their father in the mansion's main hall, while Amber and Curtis stood in one corner, watching them eat, ready to fulfill any needs they might have."Salt," Carson said, pushing his plate forward.Curtis stepped forward to attend to Carson's request, but Carson cleared his throat, indicating with a glance that he wanted Amber to serve him.Amber stopped Curtis with her hand and sighed resignedly. "Your salt, sir," she said, beginning to sprinkle Carson's food.Carson, in turn, glanced at Amber discreetly, recalling their encounter in his room.Carson's gaze made Amber very uncomfortable and nervous, but she didn't want Curtis or anyone else to notice what was happening.Carson once again sensed that scent, that fragrance they derogatorily referred to as 'cheap perfume.' It would be a disappointment for his brothers if they knew that this aroma had managed to captivate him in an alarming way."That idiot," Curtis whispered to Amber wh
"They are Joseph's new 'protégés'?" Beth asked, approaching her children as she looked at Curtis and Amber without any hint of discretion or prudence."Those are the indigents my dad rescued from the streets," Agatha replied, looking at them disdainfully."I think I'll have some work doing a deep cleaning in this mansion," Beth continued to observe them, making it clear she was talking about them from a distance, "we have a quite severe infestation.""Good luck, Mom," exclaimed Carson, "Dad is completely determined with that pair.""That's about to change."Beth turned stylishly, and with a simple snap of her fingers, made Alfred start following her, as if he were completely trained like a pet.The glamorous Mrs. Aldress walked with all that exaggerated and feigned swaying that characterized her, followed by her loyal servant and her three children.They stopped right in front of Joseph Stanton, her ex-husband and father of her three children."Joseph."Beth looked haughty and pretent
"The food was fabulous," said Beth, tossing a bone onto the dirty dishes stacked on the table.She put her feet on the table, seeking a comfortable position to rest with her hands behind her neck."I love knowing that these useless ones will be in charge of washing all these dishes.""Don't say that in front of Dad," Agatha said."Yes, he would wash them with his own hands just to avoid those starving ones doing it," Campbell asserted."Well, whatever," Beth returned to her normal posture, "I'm going to bed; tomorrow will be a great day."Beth was referring to Agatha's birthday."I'll accompany you to your room, Mom," Carson offered very kindly."No!" Beth expressed immediately.Carson and his brothers looked at each other a bit puzzled by their mother's reaction.Beth also noticed her exaggerated response and quickly had to improvise to disguise it."It's not necessary... the invalid is your father; my legs work perfectly, and I can get to my room without any help.""Alright, Mom."C
The big day had arrived. Ágata Stanton was celebrating her birthday, and the entire mansion was in festive spirits.Beth had decided to go all out and hired a mariachi band to serenade her daughter on this special day."Follow me," she instructed the mariachis.Beth led them through the elegant halls to Ágata's room and stopped right at the door."I want to wake her up with good music so she can start her day harmoniously."The mariachis tuned their instruments, and everything was ready to play their best tunes."As soon as I open the door, you start playing," she directed.Beth opened the double doors with both hands, and Mexican music began to fill the room.Everything would have been perfect if it weren't for the fact that Ágata was fast asleep and naked on her bed, snoring with her mouth wide open, holding a sex toy in her hand that she had been using all night."Stop... Stop... Stop..." Beth shouted with her hands extended.Those men had continued playing their music regardless,
The golden mask of Curtis shone brightly in the darkness of his room. He was ready to face the challenge of serving as a waiter at Ágata Stanton's birthday party, knowing that he would likely face mockery and humiliation from the hosts and guests. What was worse, he would come face to face with his mafia past, represented by a Charles Ballmer who posed a complete threat if he were to be recognized."The things I do for you, Joseph," he said to himself while adjusting his bow tie.Curtis shrugged in front of the mirror, sighed deeply, and was ready to go. In the mansion's kitchen, he found a complete mess as Beth had made the lives of the hired workers miserable. Beth was giving instructions like a traffic cop, enjoying shouting and ordering the workers around."Come on, we don't have all day," she yelled with her shrill and irritating voice, "justify the fortune I'm paying you.""She's a bitch.""Stubborn old woman."These were some of the things the workers whispered in very low voic
Curtis was caught between a rock and a hard place. Balancing his goal of seeking forgiveness from Amber and the pressure exerted by Beth in front of all those millionaires, including Charles Ballmer and his daughter."Let it go, Mom," Agatha said, jealous that Curtis was stealing all the attention instead of her, the celebrity and the star of the night."No way," exclaimed Beth, "I'm sure this scoundrel has something up his sleeve.""He's probably stealing something," remarked one of the refined millionaires at the celebration."Norton has been in prison for theft before," Beth insisted."He's learned his lesson, let's get back to the party," urged Agatha."First, show me what you're hiding behind your back," Beth stood her ground and wouldn't let Curtis escape."Show us what it is, Norton... what did you steal this time?" Agatha asked irritably, "a silver tray? a bottle of champagne?""I haven't stolen anything," Curtis expressed angrily, defending himself against the accusations.Be