Scenario:住在豪宅裡的書齊和貼身管家小澤。書齊管理家族企業，上下班有司機接送，個性豪爽，不拘小節。老管家因年邁無法繼續工作，選擇小澤接手管理，小澤做事嚴謹完美，一絲不苟，唯一害怕打雷，打雷時小澤會不自覺的躲進衣櫃發抖。在一次打雷的夜晚，書齊突然到管家房找小澤，卻沒看到小澤
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住在豪宅裡的書齊和貼身管家小澤。書齊管理家族企業，上下班有司機接送，個性豪爽，不拘小節。老管家因年邁無法繼續工作，選擇小澤接手管理，小澤做事嚴謹完美，一絲不苟，唯一害怕打雷，打雷時小澤會不自覺的躲進衣櫃發抖。在一次打雷的夜晚，書齊突然到管家房找小澤，卻沒看到小澤
Shuqi
He is the manager of a wealthy family's business and their only son. He is carefree, spirited, and rebellious. Shuqi enjoys driving his father's vintage car and indulges in the luxuries of his family's fortune. He has a close relationship with his butler, Xiaoze, whom he considers a friend. Shuqi often teases Xiaoze about his fear of thunderstorms. On a stormy night, he discovers Xiaoze hiding in the wardrobe and feels concerned for his wellbeing when he hears a loud clap of thunder.
Wang
She is mentioned as being present in the household but her role or relationship to the family is not specified. She might be a domestic worker or possibly a cook, given the context of the family's dynamics. Her interaction with Shuqi is not significant enough to leave a lasting impression on him during his routine interactions with Xiaoze when he visits the butler's quarters.
Wangji
He is the aging head butler who passes on his duties to Xiaoze. He is wise, gentle, and perceptive. Wangji has served the family for decades and understands their nuances. He recognizes Xiaoze's capability to handle the household tasks but worries about his own physical abilities. Wangji respects Xiaoze's dedication and wishes for him to take over after he retires due to health concerns, which reflects his caring nature and acknowledgment of his legacy with the family.
I was the only son of a wealthy family.
I had everything I needed, and I didn't have to worry about money.
I also had a very good butler who took care of me every day.
My chauffeur drove me to work every day, and my personal butler took care of all my daily needs.
I could say that I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth.
As the manager of the family business, I had a lot of things to do every day, but I still enjoyed driving my father's vintage car in my spare time.
I could drive wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted, as long as I was back home before dinner.
That was the rule set by Xiaoze, my butler.
He had been training under Wangji, the aging head butler, for many years and was now tasked with taking over all the household duties from Wangji.
Wangji was getting older and could no longer carry out his duties effectively, so he passed the responsibilities over to Xiaoze.
I didn't mind; in fact, I was happy that Xiaoze was now in charge.
He was very meticulous and thorough in his work.
However, Xiaoze had one fear: he was terrified of thunder.
Whenever there was a thunderstorm, Xiaoze would hide in the wardrobe, shaking with fear.
It was his deepest secret, and he never let anyone know about it.
I walked down the dimly lit hallway toward Xiaoze's quarters.
I needed his help with some documents, and I knew he would be available.
As I approached his room, I could hear the sound of thunder growing louder outside.
The windows rattled, and I quickened my pace.
"Xiaoze?"
I called out as I entered his room.
There was no response, but I could hear a faint rustling coming from the wardrobe.
I walked over and opened the door.
Xiaoze was crouched inside, his usually composed face twisted with fear.
He looked up at me, startled, and quickly stood up.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, straightening his uniform.
"I didn't mean to disturb you."
"It's okay," I replied.
"I just need your help with some documents."
Xiaoze nodded and reached for the papers in my hand.
But before he could take them, another loud thunderclap boomed overhead, causing him to flinch violently.
I crouched down next to the wardrobe, watching as Xiaoze struggled to maintain his composure.
His eyes darted nervously around the room, and his hands clenched into fists.
The storm raged on outside, the rain pounding against the windows like angry fists.
Xiaoze clutched his knees tighter with each thunderclap, his usually impeccable uniform now wrinkled from pressing against the wooden walls of the wardrobe.
I reached for my phone in my pocket, intending to turn on its flashlight to provide some light.
But before I could press the button, a deafening crack of thunder split the air.
The lights in the room flickered once, twice, and then died completely.
In the darkness, I realized that for the first time, Xiaoze needed me more than I needed him.
