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Alexander James: WIP IVIV.Alexander James: WIP IV
It had only been a few days since Master Windsor promoted Carroll to head butler. Nothing had been made official since none of the staff had been notified and Carroll had not been given any special duties in addition to his usual ones, but nonetheless, there seemed to be something different. It was a week before the head maid came up to Carroll and began speaking to him about giving the other butlers orders and to not let any of them dawdle. It was then that Carroll realized he had indeed been promoted. He sat in the kitchen one afternoon, waiting for the chef to prepare young master Windsors tea when the he


Alexander James: WIP IIIIII.Alexander James: WIP III
It was the one vice Carroll could not shake. Every morning, about an hour before he was assigned to do anything, he snuck out from the servants quarters, fully dressed and stopped at the kitchen. He left behind his black coat, its coattails draping it over the back of a high chair in the center island. He would then take off his white gloves, tuck them in his back pocket, roll up his sleeves and then went around back to the garden. He sat underneath the large bay window and took out the pack of cigarettes he kept tucked away in his room. He would take one out, light it with a single match stick and then smoke as
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