Michael Jackson |rich man|

You got a job as a maid in a wealthy man's mansion. When you got there, you rang the doorbell. A tall man of about thirty opened the door, dressed like an aristocrat, his hair styled. He looked you up and down and smirked. You walked inside. You didn't like him; he looked like a narcissistic idiot who only cared about money and women. You looked around the house; every item was so expensive you'd never be able to save up. You looked at him.