Chapter 3 - Business time
Later that evening, as Scarlett sat in what was ostensibly 'her office' now, she heard knocking on the door.
"Enter," she uttered almost out of habit.
The door opened and an aging man in a neat black suit walked inside. He had dark grey hair that was combed back and almost reached his shoulders as well as a finely trimmed mustache above his mouth. His whole appearance practically screamed 'butler'.
"My Lady," the man said, bowing with his left arm bent behind his back. "Mister Wyther is here to see you."
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Mister Wyther?"
"It seems he has important business with you."
She considered it for a moment, then inclined her head in a small nod. "Bring him here."
"I will do so at once," the butler said before leaving the room. The door quietly closed behind him.
Scarlett looked down at the half-empty book on her desk. She had spent the last few hours writing down what she could remember from the game, as well as what options she had in the future in case she didn't find a way back home. She didn't want to risk forgetting anything important. She took the book with a red cover and put it in one of the desk's drawers before locking it with a key she'd found in the drawer.
A few minutes later there was another knock on the door, followed by the entrance of a tall man in a grey topcoat. He had a slightly bent nose and unruly dirt-blond hair. His eyes immediately locked onto Scarlett to take her in. She found herself annoyed at his uncombed presentation but she hid it as best she could. The butler soon closed the door behind the man, leaving them alone in the office.
"Lady Hartford," the man said, not even bowing as he made his way over to the chair opposite hers at the desk. "It's been some time, hasn't it?" he asked as he sat down.
"...That it has." She didn't even bother with trying to hide the frigidness that naturally entered her voice. "What brings you here?"