Outside the Grand Frost Manor, the sound of a car parking echoed in the silent night, and George stepped out of his car, his face solemn from what he had discovered today.
He hadn't expected they would be hearing about the problem so soon. Maybe in a couple of months, or even one month from the release, but definitely not so soon.
It was like an unexpected rain during the harvest season that brought destruction of hopes.
The man was about to walk up the small set of stairs to the entrance of the manor when the doors opened from inside, and the maid, who was probably already leaving, looked up at him.
"Sir, it's good that you are here. I had been trying to call you but couldn't reach you," The maid said, her eyes gleaming with relief.
George narrowed his eyes. The maids and butler of the house never tried to reach him until something important came up.
