Six months after my death, Aaron continued to indulge in a hedonistic lifestyle, living as the libertine he was.

I floated in the air, silently watching him as he reveled with girls draped on each arm and quite enjoyed himself. His fair weather friends took turns toasting him.

In the midst of the revelry, someone suddenly remarked, "Aaron, haven’t seen that little simp in a while, have we?"

"......"

The room fell silent. The "little simp" referred to me.

My father was a chauffeur for the Webster Family, and my mother was their housekeeper. From a young age, they had drilled into me the importance of ingratiating myself with Aaron...