Over the course of the days that followed, the mansion was much quieter with Faye gone. It was a blessing to finally have peace. Alfred and Mariam were still hopelessly in love, Cyril generally kept to himself unless an opportunity for him to socialize materialized, and Sabina and Lionel were busy plotting.
On the night that Sabina returned after her failed attempt to convince Cyril to free her and their children, not once did Lionel ever say: ‘I told you so.’ He simply made himself a source of comfort and aid, instead. Although he was glad that things were finally going his way, he wasn’t about to rub it in Sabina’s
Later that evening, Alfred was in Cyril’s office, topping off his glass of brandy. “Thank you, Alfred,” Cyril said before he took a sip from what was going to be his fourth glass that evening.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Alfred mumbled as he placed the pitcher back on the tray which sat on a small table beside one of the many bookshelves. Then he made himself busy, cleaning up after his master.
Cyril noticed the tone Alfred took with him and asked, “What’s wrong, Alfred? Your tone isn’t as warm as usual.”
“Nothing is wrong, sir,” Alfred said as he continued his work, not ca
The next morning, Cyril awoke to a sleeping beauty beside him. It was none other than his dear friend, Carmen. He was still clothed, but she was missing just a few articles of the lovely ensemble she wore the night before. How did I get here? he thought. Then it came to him. Although, he had promised to send Carmen her wine by way of a maid the night before, Cyril decided to make a personal delivery instead. When he did, Carmen invited him inside for a drink, which he gladly accepted and the two began to catch up, talk business, and such. But somewhere, the conversation shifted to what had happened earlier that evening.
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“Do
Over the course of the days that followed, the mansion was much quieter with Faye gone. It was a blessing to finally have peace. Alfred and Mariam were still hopelessly in love, Cyril generally kept to himself unless an opportunity for him to socialize materialized, and Sabina and Lionel were busy plotting.
On the night that Sabina returned after her failed attempt to convince Cyril to free her and their children, not once did Lionel ever say: ‘I told you so.’ He simply made himself a source of comfort and aid, instead. Although he was glad that things were finally going his way, he wasn’t about to rub it in Sabina’s
Later that evening, Alfred was in Cyril’s office, topping off his glass of brandy. “Thank you, Alfred,” Cyril said before he took a sip from what was going to be his fourth glass that evening.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Alfred mumbled as he placed the pitcher back on the tray which sat on a small table beside one of the many bookshelves. Then he made himself busy, cleaning up after his master.
Cyril noticed the tone Alfred took with him and asked, “What’s wrong, Alfred? Your tone isn’t as warm as usual.”
“Nothing is wrong, sir,” Alfred said as he continued his work, not ca
The next morning, Cyril awoke to a sleeping beauty beside him. It was none other than his dear friend, Carmen. He was still clothed, but she was missing just a few articles of the lovely ensemble she wore the night before. How did I get here? he thought. Then it came to him. Although, he had promised to send Carmen her wine by way of a maid the night before, Cyril decided to make a personal delivery instead. When he did, Carmen invited him inside for a drink, which he gladly accepted and the two began to catch up, talk business, and such. But somewhere, the conversation shifted to what had happened earlier that evening.
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“Do
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