Ten months had passed since Ethan first walked through the mansion doors as a shy, broke twenty-four-year-old.
Today, at twenty-five, he was a different man. His bank account held more money than he had ever dreamed of. The women paid him generously for his service, bonuses flowing freely after every successful high-stakes dinner meeting. He had paid off all his student loans, bought his mother a small house back home, and still had enough left to feel truly secure for the first time in his life.
But wealth had come at a cost.
Ethan stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast, his movements precise and confident. The black butler uniform still fit perfectly, but something in his eyes had changed. He was no longer the nervous boy who blushed at every command. He had grown into his role. Ye
