Caden knew what his company thought of him. But he didn't seem to care. At the end of it all, he was the one filling out their pay checks and putting food on their table. The only problem was... he didn't fire anyone. He seen the good in people and believed in second, third and fourth chances of it came to it. Everyone had a story to tell and he was too empathetic. Maybe the company was taking advantage of those weak points, but Caden had been in a bad place before... if he could wriggle out of it surly his employees could. It was just a shame Jack had to leave... He was the first person to be let go without a warning. But that had nothing to do with Charles. So he was trying to best to keep his friendly yet  'professional' face on.<br/><br/>"Right... I guess we can head upstairs then. Maybe I'll just show you the rooms I'm mostly in. The meeting room is one of them and most of the meetings are held at the house... (for obvious reasons) the library is just up here" he said starting to climb the steps while he listened to any questions Charles had. "We have six cleaners in total. They start in the morning at ten and finish at six in the evening. They all have lunch and supper during their shift during their brake which is around half an hour and then head home. Their houses are in town though. After six it's just is two and the five guards outside" he wasn't a fan of keeping guards inside the house. "The cook... should start at six in the morning... but I" he paused when they reached the landing and let out a small sigh. "This sounds pathetic out loud. We had to drop his hours a little. He'd normally start at six and finish just after supper but now he starts  around eleven instead" he said honestly.<br/><br/>Was the board trying to embarrass him? because if so, they were doing a splendid job. A weak smirk curled the corner of his lips and he shook his head, averting his eyes for a moment before he spoke again. "It doesn't matter anymore. Jack helped me wake... My alarm is always set for seven, whether I get up or not is a different  story. But he prepared clothes for me, made schedules for all my meetings to make things run smoothly, reminded me to eat when I was too busy. He was a little like a father figure around the house. But he was soft... maybe didn't boot me hard enough to get things done? I'm good at doing things last minute or holding off and forgetting about them. I have high intentions to get everything completed, but I don't have the right skill set" he said shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure we'll find out how each other works soon enough. Have you had a job like this before?" he asked gesturing to one of the many doors up the steps. He walked over and gently pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. The library in his eyes was one of the most impressive rooms within the house. Shelves everywhere and filled with paper and  old scrips that were past their readying days. "I do some of my paperwork in here by the fire at night. The staff hardly come in here except for Monday's when I'm out in the company building. You shouldn't need to worry about that side of things though. I know the company inside out... But I might seek advice now and again if you don't mind".