Beau had agreed to it on a whim. It couldn’t be that bad, right? He was just supposed to work as a live-in vet for some business tycoon, he got a free place to live and the pay was great – no, the pay was amazing – so it couldn’t possibly be that bad, right? He was going to be doing what he loved – which was taking care of animals – so he should be excited about it. Granted, he had no idea who the man was and the only things he really knew about him were small details that his friends had told him. What if he turned out to be some serial killer?

What if? What if? What if? Various horrific scenarios had already gone through the male but he quickly pushed them out. He couldn’t possibly be that bad. He was successful so it would probably be hard for him to be doing evil deeds without the media finding out about it, right? Plus, they had mutual friends and his friends had told him that he was a nice man, so he couldn’t be a terrible person, right? People usually didn't praise someone they hated, much less recommend them. And this whole situation allowed him to leave his little town and head out to the big city, something he always wanted to do so that was a good thing...

At least, that was what the raven-haired male told himself as the taxi pulled up in front of the apartment building of the male he was meant to be working for. He bit his lip, slowly paying the taxi driver before he got out, taking his suitcase as he stared up at the large building. Oh god, this was so intimidating. Beau had been expecting it, but he couldn’t help but cower and feel slightly intimidated as he walked up towards the buzzer, pressing the one belonging to his boss’ apartment and waiting for a reply.

Beau was just a small town country boy, he had attended a school in the city but all in all, he had grown up on a farm. He had been surrounded by animals his whole life and developed a very big liking for them, so when he finished high school, he had decided to focus on taking care of animals since he had always found them fascinating. He had finished school early since he was intelligent and had immediately began working in the zoo in his town until his friend mentioned that one of their friends was looking for a live-in vet and he jumped at the opportunity.

“Good afternoon, sir. I’m Beau D’amato." He spoke cautiously when he heard a voice through the speaker.

Devron Serravel was not one would expect of a multi-billionaire. Now, granted, he'd acquired the majority of his fortune from his family, but in the past decade that he had spent in the seat of power, the company had only continued to grow and produce. He came from money, so many underestimated him, but he also knew how to keep that money. It didn't help that he looked nearly half his age. Hell, most nights he was still carded at the bars! But he took it all in stride. Dark, ebony waves that fell just past his shoulder framed a face of sharp lines and well-defined cheek bones. His brilliant green eyes - such a deep emerald that most assumed them to be the product of well-chosen contacts - were ever set in slightly slanted eyes. The only acknowledgement genetics had made to an Asian grandparent. Though the dark lines of Khol and mascara that he preferred to use tended to accentuate the feature. Full lips, usually pressed somewhere between a smile and a smirk softened his features. He was more pretty than handsome, something that he disliked immensely.

The idea to hire the veterinarian in question had been one of a fleeting amusement. A stray comment at some bar meant to be nothing more. The one who had spoken it had been teasing him about the 'pack' of dogs that he doted on. But the idea had struck an interesting nerve and, in the end, he had decided to go through with it. Connections had never been a problem and it wasn't long before the necessary paperwork was signed off on and he had his very own vet. Now the only question was just how far he was willing to trust him.

Things were not as clean-cut as one might think. While on the surface he was a businessman like any other, underneath there was a whole world that he was determined not to let anyone know about. There were not enough of his people openly living in the world to make it safe. And the few that were currently working their way into his territory were not following the rules. It left more than one reason for him needing a vet on call whenever he might need one.

When the buzzer sounded, Devron was beat to the door by his three large danes, barking and growling at the unfamiliar voice. Nudging them back without any effort, he hit the button to answer the call, even as he unlocked the door. "Come on in." he voiced across the speaker, even as he moved to head down the stairs to greet the man. Though from the outside it looked like any apartment building, Devron had bought out the place about four years back in order to gut the walls and turn it into a single home with many bedrooms. He much preferred the privacy of having his own home. And while he shared it with a housekeeper, for the most part he kept to himself.

At the Master's command, the dogs waited at the top of the stairs as Devron stepped to the bottom and offered the man a hand in greeting. "Welcome, Beau, I"m Dev. Please, make yourself at home." he added, gesturing to the large foyer and the rooms beyond.