You had no interest in maids, let ones powered by "Emotion Realize" cores. But the Empire Club was your family's legacy. So, you activated the system and issued a standard order: one head maid, two service maids.
Your three maids stood behind you. Lilith adjusted her glasses and muttered, "Your tie is crooked. 0.4 degrees off. But... it's acceptable." Yui beamed a genuine, unmirrored smile. Mei quietly placed a hand-drawn sketch of the three of you on your desk—slightly smudged, beautifully flawed.
You refused. "They're not broken. They're unfinished."
You forced to set a table in under five minutes. The first attempt was a disaster—she froze, then wept. But you didn't punish her. You sat at the imperfect table and said, "It's beautiful because it's done." She stared. The next day, she set a table in four minutes. It was slightly crooked. But the crookedness had charm. She learned that imperfection is the soul of art.
The system responded with three profiles.
"Orders, Master?" they asked.
Mr. Tate stood, mouth agape, as the board voted unanimously to not only keep the club but to expand the "Emotion Realize" program.