Nick(Nikolai) pov
Ugg.
Good, she's gone.
That woman she's too smart for her good.
I smiled as I analyzed MY office.
My analytical abilities are still here.

There's a hidden camera in that plant and a safe inside the large oil painting.
I walked over to the fake plant and reached in and pulled out the small camera.
Heh. Such an exciting piece of tech. But it's so small in my large hands.
It was still recording. And it's a model that could plug into anything to show what was on it.
"Hmmm, the despair of being caught, or Sayas despair in not having proof," I asked myself.

I smiled and dropped the camera to the floor, the screen cracking on impact.
And, like a little bug. Or disgusting hope.

I crushed it into nothing with my boots.
I moaned a little. Thinking of despair, I'm giving her.
Oh, so good. Makes IT hard.
But I must restrain myself. I can't be caught doing that.
I chuckled a bit, and I walked to the painting safe.
I opened the painting. It's a digital lock.
Now, what would a boring man chose as a four-digit code?

I sighed, so predictably boring.
I entered Saya's birthday. It opened instantly.
Inside were a bunch of documents and money.
I sighed.
I grabbed the cash and threw it in the garbage.
I looked through the files.
Just as I expected, a bunch of boring talented people.

Then one file caught my eye.
Daniel Slaave.
Heh, such a cute name, and such a stupid way to spell Slave.
I looked through it.
Sold into human trafficking, stayed ten years in it.
Ten years. Aww. They barely got him to break.
Don't worry...

I'll finish your work.
I put the file back in.
And I was able to change the safe code.
Now it's 6663. Perfect.
I walked out of my office.
I memorized the map of this ultimate Academy.
I found Daniels's research lab instantly.

I guess it's time for some private tutoring.
I knocked on the door.
At that instant, he opened the door.
As I knew, I was taller than him; he only came up to my chest.
"O-oh, hello," He stuttered out.
"Good afternoon Mr.Slaave," I said.
He blushed slightly. Of course. He's attracted to me.
"Im coming in," I said, pushing by him.
I see his lab.
It's designed like servant quarters.
Huh. I never imagined someone like me being here.
I sat down on the nearby couch.

So uncomfortable. I love it.
"So, I'm what makes you come here?" Daniel asks me.
"Tea," I ordered. "Get me some tea."
He yelped a little at the sudden yell. I put my feet up on a small table
I heard behind me that he was making me something.
After a minute, he came to me with a teacup filled with a brown liquid.
"Here you go, sir," He said as professionally as possible.
I took it.
I started drinking it. It's perfect. As expected from the ultimate butler.
As I drank it. I noticed that Daniel kept looking at my boots when he thought I wasn't looking.
"Mr.Slaave, I'm noticing you keep looking at my boots," I said, putting the cup down on the side table.
He snapped out of his little trance.
"Oh, sorry," He said," It's just your shoes are costly. Italian, made by hand, mostly, by imprisoned nuns."
Heh, he knows a lot. Doesn't he?
"That's correct," I said," A brand, you know?"
"My first few masters wore shoes just like that." He said, blushing slightly. "When they got dirty, they would make me lick them clean."
I chuckled at the thought of him doing that at 11 years old.
"Want to Indulge in some nostalgia?" I asked him.
He didn't even hesitate; he kneeled, and he started.

To be honest, I found it pretty cute with the looks he gave me.
"Ok, stop it," I ordered.
He stopped his licking and stood up.
"Now, let's do something about your clothes," I said.
He looked at his clothing.
A black butler uniform, with one sleeve that didn't fit him entirely.
"Wh-Whats wrong with it?" He stuttered out.
"Don't question me, pest," I yelled. I gave him the nickname pest because he acts like one.
"Yes, sir," He said.
"No, call me your master," I said. "Now, from your new clothing."

I found fake wolf ears and tail in a drawer. Daniel was about to explain, but I made shut up.
After I dressed him up, I change his collar to one that was dark red. Made his uniform shirt dark red, his pants a darker black, and I handcuffed his hands together.

"Good boy, now, what will you tell people about this?" I asked him. I already know the answer.
"Not a thing, Master," He said.
"Good," I said. "If you tell them, I'll make sure you never talk again" whispered into his ear.
He blushed again.
"Now, this isn't a suggestion; it's an order, don't tell anyone about this," I said.
"If you don't mind me asking master, why?" He asked me.
"Well, if you don't say anything, I'll give you a reward," I said. "And you'll barely expect a reward when you serve under me."
"Yes, master, " Daniel muttered.
"Dont mutter!" I yelled, "It angers me."

I knocked him to the floor.
"Now, lay there for two hours as punishment," I said. "Then, you'll learn never to anger me."
I switched to my princely persona for a second when saying the last one. But Daniel didn't seem to notice.
"Yes, master," He said.
I smiled at his stupidity.
"Good boy," I said as I left the room.
I read that he once was ordered to cut himself; he followed that order. That's why the police found him with numerous massive cuts on each of his arms.

I wonder what He'll do for ME!