Dear Father:
I must confess that I have committed an unpardonable mistake: during the first week of work, I burned the young master’s soup and bread. If you were to know, you would most likely severely scold me as an incapable child!
Please bless me from the skies, so that I will not err again.
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"It's alright! The steak is very good! The parfait is also delicious!"
This time, it was the young master’s turn to comfort me.
I cannot let the master comfort me. I forced myself to regain my senses and said, “Young master, I will go call a taxi. The karaoke is slightly far from here.”
The young master shook his head. “There’s no need. We can ride the motorcycles; I have two of them.”
Two? That probably means the motorcycles in the workroom. But, I thought those for decoration? I asked a bit uncertainly, “But, how is the young master going to bring them downstairs?”
The young master said confidently, “There’s an elevator inside the workroom.”
It looks like this house’s secrets are more than I had thought. I have been cleaning the workroom for a week, yet I completely did not see any elevator inside.
“Very well. But, Charles does not have a motorcycle license. He may have to inconvenience the young master to take Charles for a ride.”
The young master looked at me uncertainly, and asked, “License? I don’t have that kind of thing either. If you don’t have it, it should be fine, right?”
