"Master, Madam Gray has been waiting for you."
"What does she want?"
"Madam doesn't tell, Master. She just wants you to come."
"Fine, this better be important because I have lots to do."
Vincent walked through the many corridors, heading to his mother's room.
He grew up here and knew every corner of this big mansion. Vincent stopped in front of her mother's room, and the butler who had been following him for a while knocked on the door and opened it, allowing Vincent to enter.
Vincent entered, and as he expected, his mother was sitting on a chair with a long gown, a phone in her right hand, and a cigarette in her left. He remembered that his mother had often worn this long gown since he was a kid. She said it was to maintain her figure, so she would quickly notice when she got a little fat.
