When Butler Limo reached the location that his Master had strode off in, he found himself standing at the door of the office he had just cleaned spotlessly.
However, the moment he was about to set foot inside the room, a vicious glare aimed at him froze him in place.
Earl Rutherford St. Claire, now dressed in a new set of clothes glared daggers at the man who was about to enter his room.
His sight then lowered to the objects in the Butler's hand which only darkened his face.
Limo was quick to realize this threatening gaze when he realized what was in his hand.
Gazing down at the bundle of clothes that his Master had just discarded, he understood why he was denied entry into this room.
When he glanced up, the sneering look on his Master's face was easy for him to comprehend.
'You want to clean this room all over again?' Rutherford's scoff added to the Butler's conviction that he had gotten this right.