Meet Mr. Craft

What is the first thing a man of knowledge and culture does when he wakes up? Get out of bed, of course, nothing fancy except to expose my decent body I would say, swollen chest, defined abs, not only that, but the chest and belly hair in perfect sync. But by not living alone in my mansion, I don't give myself the luxury of sleeping completely naked, having the decency of using boxers.

Why, might you ask? Simple, I can't run a mansion by myself, there's a maid, a very good one, since I hired her, she became so dependable that in exchange of her incredible house skills, I let her live with me, but our relationship is strictly professional, which answers the question on why I shouldn't be parading my body around the house. In short, a maid that can enjoy everything that my wealth has to offer in exchange for taking care of the mansion.

The second thing a man of culture does is take a shower, but I won't bore you with the details, aside from the traditional uniform I always use, beige top coat, white shirt, dark brown pants with also brown shoes. My hair was slicked back with hair gel and I was ready to go downstairs, out of the master's bedroom into the main living room while closing the buttons on the shirt's wrists, and there she was, playing some video game, already pissing me off in the first hours of the day.

— Did you finish your chores before starting to play, Sara?

That was her name, and also the videogame was a thing she bought with her money, or should I say my money? Since she was on my payroll.

— Yes, Laur... Mr.Craft. — With a little stutter she answered.

— Please, Sara, call me Laurence, we don't need the formalities after all this time.

She only sighed in relief with my response, to my surprise, after basically being part of my family, or at least I considered her like that, she still treated me like her boss, well, it could be worse, like playing instead of doing work.

I was amazed how I kinda got hypnotized by the game she was playing, it was something about a girl exploring tombs and discovering secrets around the world, secrets that would change the course of mankind if it went public, something dumb like that, I started laughing watching her play at the bottom of the stairs, directly behind her and with the full view of the big TV she was playing.

— This game looks so dumb, how the hell do you play this stuff? — With the sudden realization on how stupid it was, I stopped paying attention, going into my own business into the kitchen, preparing a quick coffee before leaving, I had a plane to catch that day.

— Uhh... sir, you know it's basically what you do, right? Archaeology, ancient history that you teach and write books. — She had to raise her voice so I could listen her from the kitchen

— Yeah, sure, I also shoot some guys and discover immortality. — I answered right after taking a sip from the cup of fresh coffee, also raising my voice.

— You said you're going to Brazil because there's a tribe with supernatural powers, right? And you always brag about how you killed some bad guys while I heal your wounds when you get home.

After that nonsense talk, I decided to go back to the living room with an annoyed expression on my face, stopping right by her side while finishing up my coffee

— ....Shut up, Sara. Talking about the flight, is Walter ready?

— Yes, Mr. Craft.

— Right, thanks. I don't know when I'm coming back so the mansion is ours as always, just don't burn into ashes, okay?

Giving another glance at the game, I realized how much Sara looked like the protagonist of that game, with the ponytail, black hair, very pretty and of course very nice boobs, even if it was not real, the ones Sara had were very real, but of course, the same way I wasn't going around the mansion naked or without a shirt, I never had the chance to see her in the same way, but still she noticed how weirdly I was staring at her.

— Sir? Is everything okay? — She asked, concerned, as if she did something wrong or if I was sad about something, Sara was not only a good maid but also a good person, always thoughtful about my concerns.

— Yes, of course, I should be leaving soon. — Little did she know that boobs made me crazy, any girl wearing a tank top was a soft spot to get a hard spot, if you know what I mean, and even in a video game as I discovered that morning. To my luck, Sara was not wearing one that day, or else I would probably start having malicious thoughts about my own maid, better not.

I left the cup of coffee on the table right by the chair she was sitting on and went towards the front door, waved goodbye one last time to Sara while closing the door behind me. Outside, my driver was waiting for me, with his usual sulky face saying little to no words, actually, he just nodded when I appeared and went into the car, same as me through the back door.

— Good morning to you too, Walter. — I said after getting comfortable in the car.

— Yep. — He replied, always so joyful, of course.

— To the warehouse, please.

And then I relaxed during the entire trip, lost in my own thoughts, especially about the things Sara told me, of what I did for a living and what drove me to do all of that. Did she really have a point? Was I just some guy trying to find fairy tales in some God's forsaken lands? While I was thinking that, I realized I might've forgotten to bring my gun, after all, you don't go overseas without protection, right? I started to feel my own body until I realized I was wearing it on my hip holster. I felt like a fool, so distracted to not feel I was carrying a gun.

But it was at that moment that I realized something, was I really shooting bad guys and discovering immortality or something dumb like that? Nope, just my mind playing tricks, Sara is dumb and the sky is blue. I was a researcher and a good one, one that wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty in these lands and discover all the secrets this world has to offer, I started to laugh alone, like a creep, but Walter was used to it by now, a mad man talking to himself or laughing in the back of the car, maybe that was why he didn't like me much, not important to be honest, he always did his job well as long I payed.

Or maybe because he was also flying the plane once we got to my personal warehouse, or should say personal airstrip. Imagine having to endure his boss for like 5-6 hours on a plane, yeah, I almost feel sorry for him.