Back at Amberfell,
Dane swirled the light-yellow liquid in his glass with a stern expression. His gaze was sharp as stared at the liquid. His mood was still sour since last night and it was thanks to none other than Alexander Legend.
He knew he shouldn't let one man have such a strong hold on him but he couldn't help it.
A knock on the door drew his attention. His eyes narrowed at it before he hummed and the door opened. Heath walked in but his expression didn't ease up.
"Young Master," Heath greeted but Dane did not respond. Knowing that Dane was still upset about last night, Heath nervously continued. "I have found Miss Goldman works," he saw as Dane's expression shifted but only a little and it should have been a good thing but he feared that the next part of the news would make it worse than before.
