Chapter 91: An unexpected, and unwelcome visitor
The last meeting hadn’t been a walk in the park. They had been even more explosive and even more of a piece of shit in Cass’ mind compared to the others, which was saying something. But, he was through it, and leaning back in his chair, Cass exhaled slowly as Byron showed the idiot out.
Cass now knew who exactly was stealing more money from him than he would allow, he’d met all the people he needed to, he just hadn’t been able to meet up with a realtor yet to look at what his options were. He had hoped that he had a property manager or something, but Sam hadn’t set him up with a meeting with them. Maybe he hadn’t been clear about that, but it didn’t matter.
If he did too much today, he had a feeling that they would get suspicious. Who? No idea. He just had a feeling, and he did not want to make any of them suspicious. He simply didn’t want to deal with them.
"Shall I go grab the book you were reading before, my Lord?" Sam asked as he placed a plate of snacks and a cup of tea on the desk. Cass exhaled slowly, before he nodded, covering his eyes.
"That would be ideal." Cass mumbled, his brain melted from all the information he’d had to process, and all the garbage he’d had to deal with. Sam smiled and nodded, before he scurried away. Cass sat there for a moment, taking a few deep breaths, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.
It was quiet. It was peaceful. The window was still open so he could feel a small breeze. The birds had long disappeared for the night, and there weren’t any other animals that would be brazen enough to mess with the home of two dragons.
A soft knock sounded at the door, and Cass, thinking it was one of his henchmen, exhaled.
"Come in." He called, and the door creaked open. Byron and Sam never creaked the door open, they just pushed it open. Sensing something was up, he uncovered his eyes to notice that it was neither of them, and one of the people he did not want to see.
Draken.
He looked sheepish, like a beaten puppy before Cass had even said anything, which made Cass frown deeply. His damn shoulders were hunched, and if he’d had ears, they would have been pressed against his head, his tail between his legs.
"What are you doing here?" Cass demanded, his body tensing. He didn’t have it in him to deal with Draken so soon. He was exhausted. He would have preferred that if he was going to meet him that he was going to do so after he’d had his rest. He’d already seen the man once today, and that had been when he had stormed in with Lady Fiona early in the morning.