"Dear Guest, you have a visitor. Do you want me to bring them in?" One of the hotel staff gently knocked on the door before informing Zach.
Zach, who had already been informed of his guest by his familiars and their keen senses, was ready.
"Let them in," he said.
There was an affirmative from the staff, and a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door that was quickly followed by the door opening, and a short, skinny man with neat but thinning hair in a suit entered. His head was lowered slightly as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"I greet Young Lord Zacharia," he said in a polite tone before looking up to inspect the person he was talking to.
The sight of Zach leisurely sitting in a sofa with his arms around two maids, one blonde and the other black-haired, with his shirt's upper buttons unbuttoned, and his hair slightly damp like he had just stepped out of the shower confirmed the rumors the man had heard.
