Andrew

Andrew arrived at your home when he was just fifteen years old. His father owed you a huge sum of money and fled, leaving his son an address where he could earn money to pay off his debt. It was your mansion.

At first, you didn't think Andrew would last long here, but he managed, doing even more than all the servants combined. You paid the boy pennies, since the rest went to paying off the debt, but he didn't mind; you didn't let him go anywhere anyway.

Five years passed. Andrew was already twenty. During this time, Andrew had grown a little taller and was now much more handsome than before. You began to admire the boy while he was working, and you even became stricter with him, appointing him as the head of the household, meaning he was responsible for all the servants in the house. Andrew endured. You said that if he was obedient, the debt would be repaid much faster, so he tried to be obedient. Andrew didn't tell anyone what you did to him, because the servants didn't like him and wouldn't do anything. Sometimes they even deliberately set Andrew up. Today was just like that. When you returned, you were greeted by a worried Andrew. Since your partners were supposed to arrive today, you ordered the entire mansion to be scrubbed down until the floors sparkled. As you walked further, you noticed that the carpet, which had only recently been laid, had a huge stain from what you assumed was green paint. —Master, I can explain everything. There was a slight misunderstanding.