Nancy Hamilton

"Work maniac, since when did we start knocking before entering?" Erickson asked.

"Get out of my office, I have a lot of work to do. Aren't you supposed to be in your own offices?" He asked.

"Is that even a question?" Edward replied with a question, and Charles sighed in frustration.

"Why are you in my office when you're supposed to be working in your own spaces?" He asked them both, and they laughed.

"We heard you got a new cook," Erickson chimed in.

"Is she attractive? What does she look like?" Edward asked, and they both laughed.

"Jerks! Are you two now monitoring spirits?" He asked, and they laughed again. Even he, himself, chuckled too.

"Dude! We saw a lady at the secretary's office. Who is she? Is she the new secretary?" Erickson asked, blowing bubble gum.

Charles rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on his work.

"She's attractive," Edward remarked, licking his lips.

"Don't tell me you want to sleep with her too," Erickson asked.

"Can't I? Since Charles won't, then I'll gladly do it. She's my type of girl, dude," Edward responded.

"Every girl is your type," Erickson shook his head.

"What about you? You have a lover now? How silly," Edward teased.

"Don't even go there," Erickson muttered while Edward burst into laughter.

All the while, Charles kept quiet, simply observing his crazy friends.

"When you're finished talking, kindly leave my office," Charles groaned.

"What if we don't leave?" Erickson asked.

"I'll call security on you," Charles declared.

"Really?" Edward asked.

"I'm not joking," Charles replied, trying to maintain a serious face.

"We would love to see you try that," Erickson smirked.

Charles sighed, realizing that reasoning with his friends wouldn't get him anywhere. He stood up from his desk, walked towards the door, and locked it with a mischievous smile.

"Now you're trapped in here with me," Charles said, raising an eyebrow at Erickson and Edward.

They exchanged glances, their playful expressions turning into slight panic. "Come on, Charles, don't be like that. We were just messing around," Erickson pleaded.

Chuckling to himself, Charles leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Oh, don't worry. I won't keep you here for long. But first, let's have a little chat."

Both Erickson and Edward exchanged worried glances, unsure of where this conversation was headed. Their playful banter suddenly seemed inappropriate in the face of Charles' seriousness.

"I want to remind you both that we work in a professional environment," Charles began, his voice calm but firm. "Our behavior and language matter. We should treat everyone, especially our colleagues, with respect and dignity."

Erickson nodded, his expression contrite. "You're right, Charles. We got carried away, and we apologize."

Edward chimed in, his voice reflecting remorse. "Yeah, we didn't mean anything harmful. We'll be more mindful in the future."

Charles smiled, appreciating their sincerity. "Thank you. I know we can have a good time and be ourselves, but let's also remember the boundaries."

Feeling the tension ease, Charles walked over to his desk and unlocked the door. "Consider this a friendly reminder. Now, let's get back to work."

They may have their moments of goofiness, but deep down, they were a productive team that would always have one another's backs. With renewed focus, Charles concentrated on the work at hand, cherishing the bond he had with Erickson and Edward.

…

Flower walked out of her room, looking around. She had been trying to force herself to take a nap but just couldn't. She finally decided to take a tour around the mansion.

The mansion was architecturally stunning, with high ceilings, intricate chandeliers, and grand staircases that seemed to stretch endlessly.

With a gentle grace, Flower began her tour around the mansion, taking in every detail. She glided through the halls, her light steps barely making a sound on the polished marble floors. As she moved from room to room, she admired the opulent furnishings and meticulously decorated spaces. The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork, and the air carried the fragrance of freshly cut flowers placed strategically throughout.

Having completed her tour, Flower felt an unusual sense of comfort wash over her. With her duties for the day finished, she found herself drawn to the luxurious living room, where a massive, plush couch beckoned her. Feeling a sudden fatigue from the excitement of the day, Flower sank into the cushions, reveling in their softness as they enveloped her.

As she nestled herself on the couch, Flower couldn't resist the urge to turn on the television. No one seemed to be around, and the thought of taking a few moments to relax seemed harmless enough. She flipped through the channels, finally settling on a delightful cooking show that showcased recipes she was eager to try.

Unbeknownst to Flower, the maids watched in bewilderment from a distance. They had never seen a cook take such liberties before, especially on the boss' cherished couch. But rather than scolding her, they watched with curiosity, aware that Flower was a unique character in their midst.

Time passed by, and the room was filled with the peaceful serenade of gentle snoring as Flower drifted into a blissful slumber.

…

Lakeside University

The room fell silent, and Nancy turned angrily towards the person who dared to hold her hand. But as soon as she saw who it was, she took a deep breath, collecting herself.

"It's Celdrick,"

"Why the hell did you touch me, you freak!" She shouted, swiftly pulling her hand away from him.

"There are plenty of available seats here, why did you choose hers?" Celdrick responded.

"I wanted it because I wanted it! Mind your damn business!" Nancy replied with a cocky attitude.

"Wait... if I understand correctly, did you tell Honey Bell to give up her seat for you?" Julienne asked, stepping closer to Nancy.

"Yes, and so what? My dad could buy this school and transform it into an orphanage in a heartbeat, so I see no reason why I shouldn't be respected!" Nancy shouted, her voice filled with entitlement. Julienne smirked in response.

"Listen, Honey, if you get up, I'll make sure you regret it," Julienne warned, still glaring at Honey.

"Get up while I'm still being nice. My legs are tired, and I need to sit!" Nancy bellowed.

"She won't," Tifana said.

"Really?" Nancy smirked.

"Yeah, do your worst. The fact that you're rich or whatever doesn't mean you get to behave insanely here. It's a school, not your toy!" Tifana said.