Wait for Mr. Johnson

His supervisor had told him to stay put, so that was exactly what John did. There was no point in wandering around and risk angering his boss within the first hour of him starting his new job, was there? Especially since as the new butler he'd have plenty of time to explore the mansion. "Ah, John! It's great to finally meet you!" John's eyes jerked towards the top of the stairs, where there descended the one and only Cormac Johnson. He had seen him before many times in celebrity guest shows, fitness and business weekly magazine covers, and ad campaigns from when he had endorsed Colorado's current state senator, but never before did John actually realize what it would be like to actually meet such a famous and lucrative figure. Larger than life was a good way of describing Cormac. He was well over six-feet tall and quite muscular, and though he was in his late forties, his age barely showed on his smooth dark skin. He sported a well-trimmed chin of stubble and a perfectly bald head, and he sported it well.

"Mr. Johnson, it's-"

"Please," Cormac grinned, showing off every tooth in his pearly white smile, and shook John's hand. "You're a guest, here. Call me Cormac."

"Cormac, then." John said, exasperated. "It's an honor to meet you."

"Please, the honor is all mine. You must be quite tired from that trip. I'll show you to your quarters but first, could I interest you in something to drink?"