George, a wealthy business man who was viewed as a tyrant by his workers, though of course, he mostly pays them minimum wage. Though he was going to his winter home for the holidays, Samuel Seabury, his personal assistant, in the home and at work. “Sir! Shall I get the door for you?” the ass kisser, Samuel said from behind a stick of suitcases in his arms, his knees buckling. George gave a short headshake, "No, that won't be nessecary." he opened the door for himself, as much as he was a cruel person, George cared too much about Samuel, though the door nearly hit the poor man in the face if it weren't for his elbow to keep it open as he walked in with the wealthy George's suitcases, gently dropping them to the floor. Though when Samuel came in, not much to his surprise, George was taking a seat on the couch, watching cat videos on his phone. Samuel sighed, he did this every year, one by one, he set them on the bed in the bedroom that George will be staying in, usually every year, Samuel gets the couch. He set everything in the drawers and went to sit back over with George. The next day, a man by the name of Charles Lee showed up at the door, needing a place for the night, "Yes?" George let out sarcastically, as he opened the door. "Uh. I..- Can I stay here for the night?" Lee, a very gay man, asked. Samuel watched, jealously, though in awe of Charles. "Sure." George answered flatly, "Samuel! Set up a place for this man to sleep!" he shouted to the small man that he was ever so gay for. That evening, George sat on the couch, Charles next to him, and Samuel cuddled onto him, his head on his chest though George had his arm around Seabury, George was quick to move an arm around Charles, placing a kiss on Samuel's nose, and Lee's cheek. They feel asleep watching Christmas movies, cuddled together.
