James Harlow sat alone in his study.
As always, his window was opened to a view of the statue of the money king.
But this time, he wasn't watching the statue and this wasn't because of the moonless night. Vampire eyesight was good enough for that.
Instead, he was watching the analogue clock on the wall as it ticked, the sound the only thing one could hear in the darkness.
The hour was late and dawn was approaching, but James wasn't in the mood for anything else but waiting.
His fingers drummed lightly on the edge of his desk, his eyes focused on the hour hand.
Minutes passed, and finally, the door swung open.
Alfred entered the room, striding towards his master.
James had known him long enough to see the frustration inside him even as he held himself calmly.
It seems like this time, it was bad news.
"My lord." Alfred greeted him with a bow.
"Out with it already." James said impatiently.
