Black: King's Pawn e7>e5

Cliff was frustrated. The gardener had been in almost this exact situation before and it had never really bothered him, but something about the arrogance and contempt this prissy, little blonde bitch displayed was enough to interrupt him from his work. As he watched her walk away, he couldn't help but imagine pushing her down onto her knees on the grass, ripping that tank top off of her, hiking up that tight little navy skirt, and giving her a nice, long, and hard lesson in humility as he pulled her blonde hair back so that she could do nothing but look up back at him as he took her for all she was worth.

Cliff wasn't sure why he was so affected by this one white bitch when he had no trouble ignoring the same thing from dozens, if not hundreds, before her. Still, Cliff couldn't ignore her for some reason and got up to follow her as she continued to walk the grounds.

'It's not like any of the other hotel staff, my boss included, can even tell when I'm done with any of my work', Cliff thought to himself, 'As long as the plants stay green no one seems to care.'