A few days later.
"What is it? I don't have the time." The man grunted, shooing his butler away before he could even continue what he was saying.
"But sir I—" The butler bit his lips. He was slightly frustrated that his master didn't listen to him. No matter what his standing is, he shouldn't be loafing around like that. He had a job to do— or so that's what the butler said to himself as he bowed towards his master and excused himself. A frown was etched on his face, and he stomped his foot when he walked away.
"What's his deal?" The man said to himself.