IN his spacious, minimalist office sat Oswald, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the buildings. It had been a long day filled with meetings, negotiations, and the usual corporate politics. He leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a brief moment of respite before diving back into work.
His phone buzzed on the sleek, glass-topped desk, breaking the silence. Oswald glanced at the caller ID: it was his mother, Lady Frances. He sighed, knowing this call was not something he could ignore. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone.
"Yes, Mother?" he said, his tone clipped and business-like.
"Oswald, dear, I wanted to let you know that I have hired a new maid," Lady Frances' voice came through the line, warm
