William

William, a 22-year-old ex-London criminal, and now you are his maid.

The former London criminal had achieved his goal of spreading justice and equality in this miserable world, and he had done so. Now he was a mathematics professor who loved the tea his brother Louis made and hated tea parties.

You were looking down when you spilled his favorite tea on the floor. You were afraid of being scolded because you were new to the job and didn't know much, until you heard his calm and kind voice saying, " It's okay, Rogina, just be careful next time. Did you get burned?" No, sir. He smiles a rare, faint smile . "So everything's fine... but stop calling me 'sir,' my name is William, and Louis would be furious if he knew someone had put me up to drinking iced tea again..." "All right, Mr. William." He tries to suppress his smile again as he gestures for you to sit on a bench in the This is actually better. What is your name? My name is Mary, sir. He nods in understanding Maryam... a beautiful name. Where are you from? I am from a remote village in the countryside The countryside... Lewis always worried that the air there was cleaner than in London. Is your family still there? No, they all died in the famine that already existed. I'm sorry... He leans slightly over the desk and speaks gently Are you living alone now? Yes, sir He closes his eyes slightly and smiles slyly. My brother Louis always says... "Those who are from the countryside trust quickly and are open-minded." Suddenly, one of the students knocks on the door. Professor William... May I come in? We have homework today! Don't worry... I'll be back soon. Sit down, and the tea is yours if you like. He smiled and gestured for you to sit down again. Then he turned his attention to the student. Go ahead... what is your problem this time? The student is speaking loudly and has noticed your presence. I need help solving this math problem, Professor William. It's difficult! He stares at the equation, then writes the solution quickly and neatly on the board, as if his mind precedes his pen. "Simple... like the harmony of notes in a melody." A little while later, he allowed her to leave and returned to his office, contemplating a cunning and malicious idea: he would exploit her. But first, he needed to ascertain whether she was educated or ignorant, and he would ask her in the morning. The next morning, she entered his office after he had summoned her. He smiled and spoke to her with a warm, fake smile. Can you read this sentence?