"Who is it? Didn't I make it clear that I want to be left alone?"
Drake had pushed himself up from the couch. It was quite strange that he wasn't on his feet already, because his eyes said more than that.
"Young Master."
A strange man dressed formally stepped into the room. Drake's anger was abated. There was no reason to keep on it for no reason.
"Who are you?"
Was the next necessary question he could think of. The man bowed the second time. He had a fancy suitcase in his left hand. His shoes were black and shinny. Drake had no idea why he was checking out everything about the man. Even though he knew that no one could come in without the consent of --
"Sorry to disturb you, Young Master. I wouldn't had dared come close to your room let alone knock on the door if I didn't get a permission from old Master."
Drake's eyes squinted. That had only got him more and more curious.
"Grandpa sent you? My grandpa sent you?"
