Gilbert was sitting in his work office. Deep in thought, he hadn't gone down for a while, he appreciated the break he'd given himself over the week. Trent had volunteered himself to be the one who occasionally went down there to foresee and ensure it operated well.
He wasn't someone that trusted others so easily, he didn't know whether it was because Trent raised him or the fact that old age was making him soft but Trent was an individual he trusted the most.
Initially, only registered Blakesons could go down there, butlers like him would only go if their master wanted it so. But Gilbert broke that rule and registered Trent so that he would go down there without him.
If his father knew, he'd be turning on his grave right now and he probably was, but that was of little matter to him. He had his own demons that were threatening everything he'd ever built.
