It had been days since Slater last came home to the Bennet Mansion. Mostly because of work—and some other tasks on the side. After all, he was investigating a group in the area where he had recently performed his shows.
The only reason he came home today was that he would officially be moving over the weekend. He needed to check on his things and help with the move.
In other words, he couldn't think of any reason why both Charles and Atlas wanted to speak with him privately. Even so, Slater reluctantly finished his soup and headed straight to Atlas's room.
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
Slater groaned, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly reached for the doorknob. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately spotting Atlas by the liquor stand.
Atlas stood quietly, pouring himself a glass of wine with his back turned to Slater.
"First Brother, what did I do this time?" Slater asked, already sounding defensive. "I even asked Butler Jen, but he wouldn't tell me anything."
