A/N: Okay, so The Original Kira is on a current hiatus for now until I decide where the story is going, and I gotta reread it so I can keep them in character consistently. I am just going to write some other fics for now until then. I do apologize though for the long wait, school has been tough.
"Master Kirkland, the new butler has arrived. Shall I send him up sir?"
I look up from the morning paper to see my maid Julia standing in the doorway to my office. Her red hair is frazzled and her small hands are shaking.
"Yes, of course. And Julia dear, go home and get some rest. Spend time with Charles and the children. You may come back Monday morning."
She nods slightly and hurries down the hallway. That girl stresses too much, she is only 22 and is living her life as a maid. There is a slight knock on the door that disrupts my thoughts. I look up and see a rather tall fellow with dark blond hair and blue eyes.
"I take it you are my new butler? Good, well to start, I would like for you to answer some questions. Sit."
He walks into the room and sits down across the table for me. His posture is preposterous and his hair needs combed. I sigh and bring out my list.
"What is your name and how old are you?"
"What? Ain't these some things you should know before you hire someone?"
"First of all, it is 'aren't' or 'are these not' and second of all, the staff takes care of the hiring and I conduct an after-interview to see if you will be fired on the spot or not. Now answer the question."
He runs his fingers through the already mess of hair and sighs.
"My name's Alfred Jones and I'm 24."
I quickly jot down what he says and move on to the next question.
"Are you married and/or with children at all? This will decide where your residence shall be."
"Nah, I ain't married and don't got any kids. I live with my ma 'cause I can't afford a place of my own. I just got done with college."
His grammar is atrocious but he seems like a kind boy. Hopefully he will work on it though. I write these things down and slowly rub my left temple.
"What did you major in, and since you do not have a current legal residence of your very own, you are to stay here at the manor in the quarters next to mine."
"I majored in Film but I got a full scholarship 'cause of Football. By the way, I don't know 'bout stayin' here full time. I got a life man."
My pencil snaps.
"Your grammar is atrocious young man, and do not, I repeat, do not refer to me as 'man'. It is Mr. Kirkland or Sir to you. You only work between the hours of 7:30 AM and 9:00 PM. Outside of those hours I do not care what you do outside of them. But if you think I will allow you to work for me if you come into this house late at night smelling of booze and cigarettes then you are gravely mistaken."
I exhale heavily and lean back into my chair, closing my eyes. Why did I just lose my temper so quickly with this boy? In all my 32 years, nobody has ever irked me so quickly.
"Dude, what's got your panties in sucha twist?"
My eyebrow twitches and I try not to yell again. The doctor said too much stress is bad for my stomach. I do not need another ulcer.
"I just hope that after working here you will at least learn a bit of proper grammar. You start tomorrow. Now go home and pack and say your goodbyes."
"You mean I'm hired?"
"Yes, yes now go away Mr. Jones."
"Sweet!"
And with that he, loudly, leaves my study and thuds down the stairs. My god, this will be tough. But, he will learn, he will learn.
"Sophia! Fetch me some tea!"