"Do you think he'll like his new butler? I heard he's from England." Charles mother asked the maid. The maid gave her look and scoffed. "That boy is very particular.last time we had one, he quit the first day." The maid finished folding Charles boys clothes."He's only 12 and he knows what he wants." The mother retorted. Charles' vast room stood still and decorated with family crests and his clean wardrobe. His hazel eyes focused on the heavy wooden door. Charles HUD his face into the massive pile of pillows and stuffed animals. Only his black curly hair could be seen. The door slowly opened revealing the personal butler.