"Why are you torturing the new butler, Damien?" asked his father who had his eyes on the newsletter which was in his hand. Raising his head to look up from the paper, he saw the butler who looked as if he were going to pass out with the early demands being thrown at him, "Go take the meal to Grace's room. You can make the broth soup once you have served them and get some for all of us. Go," Mr. Senior Quinn looked at the butler who immediately nodded. Bolting from the dining room to get the food delivered to the young vampiresses' room.
Damien didn't say anything but chuckle.
