As Lazro stood in "his" kitchen, he soberly started the late breakfast for the Smith family.<span style="font-style: italic">Like they will want to eat</span>He thought as he cracked eggs into a bowl. He was making the family favorite, homemade pancakes, with real maple suryp and homemade butter, that he made himself a few weeks earlier. As he began cooking, he began thinking about the past week, what the family he worked for was going through. Kenny, that little twat, went and got himself murdered on the night of his birthday. Stopping what he was doing, he looked up, and regreted what he just thought. Not something to think, when a murder investigation was going on. He thought about what happened that night, he didn't remember much, he was always shooing kids out of his kitchen, yelling at Kenny for stealing more food from the cupboards and leaving them a mess. This time, it was the last straw for Laz, food everywhere, on the ceiling! How on earth did he get food up there!<span style="font-style: italic">I hope no one heard me threaten him</span>he thought to himself, that would end in him being a suspect, which is something he didn't need. As he was zoneing out mixing the batter and thinking to himself, he heard a knock on the door. He jumped and looked towards the front of the house, then continued to pour the batter onto the skillet.<span style="font-style: italic">Knock Knock Knock</span>came again echoing throughout the large house, sighing, thinking where on earth was the maid or the children, he dropped everything and headed for the door, opening it and seeing Isabella standing there.<br/>"Hello there Ms. Isabella" He said as he watched her eyes never leave her shoes.<span style="font-style: italic">Poor girl</span>he thought as he opened the door wide and moved out of the way, waiting for her to step inside.