Roger is the new master, and he has an interesting servant at his disposal

"So, when I say you inherited 'quite a lot'..." The man grins, and turns his palms upwards with his elbows resting on the table. "I basically mean everything. Everything that your great uncle owned is now yours, should you choose to accept it."

Roger is gobsmacked. "Wha... bu... But what about the other cars out there? Aren't there other people here to receive their inheritance too?"

Mr Light laughs heartily. "Roger, those other cars aren't from any guests. They're part of the property. What kind of mansion would be complete without at least a small fleet of vehicles?" His smile beams towards Roger once again. "Of course, those cars now also belong to you."

Roger sits speechless, trying to process this reality. This is... far above his expectations. "Um... could I get a ballpark figure for how much all of this is worth?"

"Of course. I have a complete itinerary of everything that the late Sebastian Carmine has passed onto you, which you can read at your leisure. But to quickly summarise, Sebastian's net worth was in the realm of..." Mr Light pauses for a couple of seconds, taking great humour in watching Roger's anticipation. "...100 billion dollars."

Roger almost falls out of his chair. His mind has stopped racing and has gone blank... he truly has no idea what to think. This is... a whole other world! This can't be real, surely? There must be some sort of...

"What's the catch?" Roger asks, afraid to hear the answer. He looks Mr Light in the eyes, though he can't say with certainty that he's actually looked away from them at any point in this conversation.

Mr Light smiles sheepishly. "Well, it's nothing to be worried about, but there is one thing. If you inherit all of Master Carmine's wealth, then you'll also need to inherit his responsibilities. You'll have to become the new master, essentially."

"And what would that involve?" Roger asks nervously.

"Not much," Mr Light says, reassuring Roger with his disarming smile. "Sebastian was quite the entrepreneur in his youth, but by the time he died, he was more or less just a figurehead. Myself and the rest of his staff, who are now, of course, your staff, took care of most of the day-to-day responsibilities. We just brought a few top-level decisions to him once in a blue moon, and even then, he had expert advice provided to him to help him make the most optimal choices."

Mr Light taps his chin thoughtfully. "The only thing I can think of which might be objectionable to you would be that you would have to live in this mansion. You could travel, of course, but this house would need to operate as your central base. It would be troublesome for us to bring our work all the way to your small house in the middle of nowhere, after all."

Roger pouts uncertainly. "Well, it sounds like a good deal, but I'd have to talk it over with... Becky! How did she slip my mind? I still need to find her!"

Mr Light tilts his head with a bemused smile. "What are you talking about, Roger? She's right over there."

Roger whips his head round to look behind him, and actually does fall out of his chair this time. Becky is stood just a few feet behind him, dressed in a black & white French-maid outfit. She is holding an old-fashioned candlestick with a flickering candle in it, illuminating her softly but surely enough that Roger couldn't mistake her for anyone else.

She gasps and steps quickly to Roger's side, offering her free hand down to him. "Are you alright, master? Let me help you up!"

Roger stands shakily on his own, rejecting her proffered hand. "Becky, what's going on? Where did you disappear to? What's with that getup?"

Becky giggles. "Sorry Roger, I wanted to surprise you. I was actually a maid here before I met you. When we found out that you had been chosen as Master Carmine's successor, I was sent to get to know you so that we could best provide for you when you arrived." She scratches her cheek and looks away awkwardly. "Things uh, obviously escalated between us beyond expectations though..."

Roger rests his head in his hand, still trying to process everything. "So uh, I assume you're on board with moving into this place then?"

She smiles submissively. "I'm on board with whatever you want, master. If you choose to live here, then I shall happily return to my duties and serve you to the best of my abilities!"

He frowns one eyebrow at her. "Why would you need to work at all? You're my wife, and we're rich now. You could take it easy."

Becky shrugs. "I'm a bit of a workaholic. I'd feel weird sat idle all the time. But of course, what exactly my duties are will be up to you, so if you really want me to take time off, you can make that call anytime."

Roger groans. "This is all too much to take in..."

Mr Light stands. "If you'd like to adjourn for tonight, we can return to this conversation tomorrow. For now, Becky can show you to the master bedroom. I'll let you retire and think things over. Goodnight."

He leaves the room and disappears down a hallway. Becky takes Roger's hand and starts leading him in a different direction, up the stairs. He follows her obediently, just looking at her and trying to rationalise the fact that his wife was a lot different than he thought.

Meanwhile, inside the candle Becky carried with her, a voice was screaming inaudibly. "Roger, that's not me! It's not true! She's stolen my body! I'm melting! Help! Put the flame out! Please! Roger!"