Theodore arrived at the mansion and followed the butler to the sprawling backyard. As they rounded the corner, the sight of Malcolm seated at a grand patio table came into view. The older man quietly sipped his coffee, the steam curling up from the cup in the cool afternoon air.
"You've arrived," Malcolm observed, his voice carrying its usual grave undertone. He nodded toward the chair opposite him. "Sit down."
The butler, with a practiced grace, poured a fresh cup of coffee for Theodore, who accepted it with a brisk nod. "Thank you," he murmured, taking a measured sip. He then fixed his gaze on his grandfather. "You called for me urgently. Is there something you need to discuss?"
Malcolm dismissed the butler with a slight wave of his hand. With a respectful bow, the butler retreated, leaving the two men alone.
