Shawn arrived at Henry's house early on Saturday morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as he parked his car in the long driveway.
He stepped out of the car with his briefcase in hand, adjusting his coat against the brisk morning air. As he walked toward the entrance, the familiar crunch of gravel under his shoes did little to soothe his growing impatience.
Today was the day he would dissolve everything. The staff, the household, all of it was no longer necessary.
Shawn rang the doorbell, and moments later, Margaret opened it, her face expressionless but her eyes betrayed her excitement. "Good morning, Mr. Rosewood," Margaret said, stepping aside to let him in.
Ever since the issue of Henry made the news, Margaret had been wanting to leave, and she would have left already had Shawn not called to instruct them that no one was to leave until he addressed them.
