An Honest Answer

As soon as Blackjack arrived, Kai didn’t waste time. He led the vampire straight into one of the three private offices he’d had built inside the manor.

Kai had envisioned moments like this, important, private conversations with members of the team or external parties. He worked better in structured environments, and an office allowed him to stay focused. That’s why he’d had an architect carefully design the manor, optimizing layout and access points so he could move quickly and efficiently throughout his day.

“This whole place smells new,” Blackjack said, sniffing the air. “There’s a mix of moisture in the wood… and I’m guessing you brought me straight here so I wouldn’t see Gary? I can smell he’s here. Along with the others.”

Kai took his seat in the spinning chair behind his desk. Without replying, he calmly picked up his phone and tapped the record button, placing it face-down in front of him.