"Cecilia,"

The young man who had just entered the mansion's living room called out.

He was dressed in a suit that had its tie already loose.

There was a suitcase in his hand and a pair of non-medical transparent glasses sitting on his nose bridge.

"Cecilia!" He called again, but there was no response.

"Damn it!" He cursed. "Where is that old bitch? How dare she ignore me?" He said to himself angrily.

"Cecilia! If I call you one more time, just know you're fucking fired, you hear me?!"

At that, there was finally the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs. It was a spiral staircase. The lady in...