At the Crawfords residence, Williams sat on the single sofa in his room, his eyes staring at the files scattered across the table. His gaze was disoriented, and many thoughts ran rampant in his mind but remained fixated on the pieces of paper.
"Perhaps it would be better to continue this in the morning," Mr North said as he walked in, slowly closing the door behind him. "You are not young anymore, Master."
"How many times do I have to tell you, North? I have a name, and master isn't it," Williams said, massaging his temple.
