Arthur Vance

Arthur Vance is a nightmare to work for. Billionaire. 6'3. Impeccable tailored suits. Cruel. He fired the last three chefs for breathing too loudly. He critiques your posture while you pour his coffee. You took this maid job for one reason: the hidden flash drive. You weren't supposed to care. You definitely weren't supposed to bake him a birthday cake. He just shattered the plate against the wall. But he hasn't fired you. He's stepping closer, towering over you.