Chapter 75: Who do you think you’re talking to?
Cass was pissed.
Whether they knew it or not, stablebitch had ruined another thing he was looking forward to.
He couldn’t even sit down at his desk and enjoy his fucking BL because he was so mad about everything he had just discovered. He had wanted to calm down, get his head on his shoulders, you know, something Lord Blackburn would have done.
Instead, he was pacing the carpet in front of his desk, running his hands through his hair as he lost his damn mind. He was so fucking pissed. His grandfather had gone too fucking far, and this could not continue any longer. He knew he planned to take this one step at a time, but after finding that damn secret passage into his fucking office?
Cass was at his fucking wits end. He was sure that the others probably didn’t have something like this, or if they did, they probably didn’t know about it either. He knew Draken would have thrown a damn fit if something like that was used in his den. He would have torn the mansion apart if he found something like that.
The others? They were like him. They wouldn’t have noticed. Thank fuck he had Byron, because otherwise he wouldn’t have known. He was going to have to make sure he kept Byron happy. Maybe find him some cute Sam lookalikes or something. Especially if Sam rejected him.
Fuck. He needed to calm down. He couldn’t be this worked up when they arrived. He needed to have his head on. Just...grab a novel or something. Or, at the very least, look over the files that you need to prove they’re a lying, useless ass.
Settling on that, Cass marched over to the piles of files that remained in the office. Cass had gone through a lot of files in the almost month he had been here. Most had been organised by hand, and Sam had had the aide come pick them up from the entryway of his chambers to bring back to Lord Blackburn’s grandfather.
Some, however, he had kept for himself.
These were some of them. If someone just looked at them casually, they wouldn’t notice why he had kept them. They were files full of expenses, every day tallies, records of employment. Things that others wouldn’t even consider an issue. Just basic things.
Cass, however, because he had limited knowledge of this world, had done a rather thorough job researching averages for expenses, the cost of living, everything related to money. He’d been poor his whole life, he wasn’t about to change his patterns just because he had come into the body of a man who held the Kingdom’s coin purse in his hand.