"I've inherited a house?!?" asked Isaac, rather shocked.
"Yep," replied Debbie briefly, "A nice one too. Your aunt had arrangements made so that your stuff could be moved in as soon as she was out of there. The movers should be here in a few minutes-"
"Wait!" said Isaac, trying to slow this all down, "What if I don't wanna leave this place?"
Debbie looked around at his dorm, which while not some homely hovel, was still fairly small and relatively unadorned.
"Trust me," said Debbie with a smile, "You're going to want to leave this place."
Isaac shrugged, figuring he might was well be spontaneous for once. For all he knew his aunt had left him a pretty sweet setup.
"Alright," said Isaac, "I'm game."
"Excellent," said Debbie as she bounded over to him with some papers and a pen in hand, "I'm just going to need your signature on a few of these papers."
Isaac sighed and signed the papers, paying little mind to what they said. Perhaps this was foolish, he reasoned, but he was sure his aunt wished him no ill will.
Within an hour, his dorm was stripped of all his belongings, which wasn't very much, and Isaac was headed to his new house, following the movers in his car.
Debbie was behind Isaac in her own, rather stylish, luxury vehicle. The drive was fairly short, 20 minutes with some light traffic. It did feel a good deal longer to Isaac, who was excited to see his new house. Finally, the convoy arrived at Isaac's new abode.
Isaac was not displeased. It was easily one of the biggest houses he had ever seen, not really a house so much as it was a mansion. Before it, a long driveway which culminated in a pave stone circle anchored by a gorgeous fountain. The exterior seemed rather Gothic, and had been maintained for the last hundred years or so rather than remodeled.
"Wow-" was all the dumbfounded Isaac could manage as he looked upon the splendid architecture. This was now his? No strings attached?
The movers were even quicker unloading his belongings than they were packing them up, and before long they were out of his way. The interior was slightly more modern and practical than the exterior, though it did maintain a certain antique vibe.
"Hello, sir," came a voice from behind Isaac as he chatted with Debbie about the house. Startled, he turned about quickly. Behind him was a rather frail looking old man, dressed in typical butler attire.
"Hello..." was all Isaac could manage.
"Reginald," said the butler, stepping closer, "The estate butler."
"Oh-" Isaac looked at Debbie, "I'm not sure I can afford a butler."
"Don't worry, sir," said Reginald with a warm smile, "Your aunt has arrangements made to pay me for the next 6 years or so."
This deal was really getting too good to be true.
"Well, thank you Reginald," said Isaac, holding out his hand to shake the butler's hand, "I won't push you too hard, I'm sure."
Reginald merely chuckled.
"Don't think twice about asking for my help," he said, "I get bored if all I do is sit around."
"Alright, Reggie."
"Reginald, please sir."
"Of course, Reginald."
"Perhaps something to eat?" asked Reginald, "I could prepare something for you and our guest."
He nodded toward Debbie with his final statement.
"You're very kind," said Debbie, "But I really must be going now. Isaac, we'll be in touch!"
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