Pointless Grousing

Unlike the other two, Veronica woke up rather late that morning; she had stayed up too late on her computer watching Roland sleeping and had fallen asleep on the keyboard. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she sat up and glanced at the screen. His room was tidy, and his bed had been made; Roland had long since gone to work.

When Veronica saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but laugh. Bright red squares were covering her face from where she had leaned on the keyboard after passing out.

'I won't be able to go and see him until this goes away. I guess I'll just check in on him first, after having my breakfast of course.'

Veronica went downstairs for breakfast. Ever since Veronica had been going out more, she had stopped eating in her room and had been eating in the living room. The house staff were busy cleaning everywhere. Now that the young miss was out and about more, they had more work to do.

Previously, Veronica would contain herself to a small area, so as long as that area was clean, they didn't have to worry about much else. However, now, Veronica was leaving her room far more frequently. On top of that, she had even invited a friend around without any warning, so they had to ensure that the house was in top condition at all times.

The only one who was sitting idly was the driver; as long as Veronica didn't want to go out, he was free to do as he pleased. Even when they did go out, her driver could mostly do as he pleased once they arrived at their destination. Watching the house staff working busily, he couldn't help but think, 'Ha ha ha. I've really got it easy; I couldn't work that hard. Ha ha ha!'

In the living room, Veronica seated herself and was soon surrounded by the mouth-watering aroma of her usual sumptuous breakfast.

'Hmm. Breakfast truly is the most important meal of the day, and the best.'

She ate it leisurely, with no intention to rush. She would do things at her own pace; others could wait for her to be ready. Veronica seemed to suddenly think of something and turned to her driver, who was waiting in the living room, reading the newspaper, to say, "I intend to visit Roland again later, can you bring the car round to the front? Thank you."

Her driver got up with a huff and trudged out to the garage. He, too, took his time, since he knew how slow Veronica could be at times.

He shook his head and tutted. 'That girl orders us around urgently, but then she meanders about her business, and we end up being the ones waiting.'

He knew he shouldn't complain. He might have to put up with her attitude at times, but it wasn't like he usually had much to do.

Besides, all the staff adored Veronica, having watched her grow up from a young age; any complaints were never real complaints, more like pointless grousing.