Chapter 45: Just do it for the bookstore
Cass was impatiently tapping his foot, the gravel under his feet crunched with each impatient tap. He pulled the cloak he was wearing tighter around his shoulders, the clasp at his shoulders doing nothing to keep the fabric up.
The coachman was supposed to be here forever ago, and Cass could feel his temper rising.
"Sam, you gave them the right time, yes?" Cass turned, asking his henchmen the same question he’d been asking the last three times. Sam nodded, his own patience wearing thin as he stood next to Sir Forsythe.
"I did, my Lord. Shall I go check and make sure that the stables know we are leaving?" Cass had refused the last few times, but finally relented this time. He’d calculated everything down the second today. He only had so much time in the day to do activities, and he had a lot he wanted to get done today.
This delay was going to set him back quite a bit.
"Fine. You may go. Threaten them if you need to. Use my name." Cass muttered thoughtlessly as he stared at the wide, circular road in front of him. Sam bowed to his back, before rushing off, leaving him with Sir Forsythe, and the two general guards who were stationed out front.
They were standing at the grand entrance to the mansion. It was a beautiful entrance, with the gate quite a ways away down the long dirt road. Gravel covered the small pathway to the main doors, and then transitioned into smooth stone steps. Large trees of varying types lined the long road, and also around the edge of the circular area where Cass assumed carriages and the like would come to a stop and unload anyone if they were coming to visit.
They rarely got visitors, so Cass assumed it was barely used.
What was used was the small, almost discrete road where the carriages that the others owned departed from the stables. It was on the right side, and had to go around the temple on the far side. It also worked since it could take the more elderly visitors to the temple if they wanted to go there directly, instead of getting dropped off here and walking along the small, stone path that was along the side of the mansion.
Cass could tell he was getting worked up. Part of it had to do with the fact that Sam had put down his foot, not letting Cass leave until he appeared well again. That had taken a few more days than he had anticipated. Add that to the fact that when the ’aide’ from his grandfather arrived, they came back with several carriages full of damn paperwork that the old man had been hoarding, Cass wanted to scream.
He was going to have to do what he wanted, without trying to burn through everything his grandfather left him. Cass didn’t even have time to worry about the whole situation with Lord Blackburn, and he hated having to put the man on the backburner while he worked on the plans he needed to. He had to get things in motion before the next big thing happened in the story, and if Cass was right, that was next month.