Kara smiled and nodded, “thank you, sir. You’re very welcome.” Of course, it would only be spoiling if it were voluntary, but she didn’t say that. She nodded and left when he dismissed her, hurrying down to the kitchen and putting on a pot to boil. She was the head servant of the house- she had no idea why she’d been given so much preference, especially when there were many older than her. Perhaps because of the esteem her parents had had serving the house. She was just putting the tea in the water when a new hire got in an argument with a seasoned worker, pulling on a tray stubbornly until the other lost hold and he fell back, right into the fire.
Kara cursed and hurried forward, pulling him out without much harm done besides a severely burnt hand. She shushed him as he began to howl before the master could hear, wrapping it up with a piece of cloth. “Would you get fired over your pride?” She hissed, slapping him. She sent him off with a few others to be taken care of only to realize that it had overbrewed. “One moment, sir!” She called, putting on a fresh pot. She finally came out ten minutes later, “I apologize, sir,” she said, pouring his tea.
Steve was reading the paper waiting for his drink before he finished breakfast. He frowned hearing the crash, “Kara? Everything alright in there?” If he had to get up and check on them it would not be good. Steve looked up again hearing the yell from the kitchen and folded the paper irritably, “Quiet all that racket! Whats going on!” He sighed annoyed at Kara’s answer and looked up when she arrived with his tea, “My word, woman! You took so long now my breakfast is cold!” He said annoyed when she poured his tea. He rolled his eyes, “Please get me another plate and another cup of tea if you don’t mind.” He said grabbing the paper and lifting it to read while he sipped his fresh cup of tea, waiting for his hot breakfast. “Hurry back. I have to be at the bank soon.” ALthough it didn’t matter when he showed up. He was the owner after all.
Kara bowed and nodded, “of course, sir. My apologies.” She barely managed to get out without rolling her eyes. Had it been possible, she would have left the job she was in years ago. But people counted on her. The master liked and trusted her as much as someone like he could, which was a grace not spared for many of the other servants. And she had to provide for her sister’s daughters. But the way the man treated her… She shook her head as she cooked up more sauce, calling to the other cooks to help her. In under ten minutes she had the meal prepared again, which she brought out with his tea. “There you are, sir. I hope you find it to your liking.”