Blah, Blah, Blah...

"Blah, blah, blah, and another thing, blah, blah, blah." I peeked a look from under my lashes to see the Count continue on his tirade full of reprimands. My feet were becoming numb after the twenty minute mark. I stopped counting after that. I hardly thought that what had happened outside needed this many words. 

Here I stood, in the opulent office that made the White House Oval office look like a stationary desk for a college student in comparison. The grandness and visual wealth in every corner was memorizing. 

"Furthermore, how dare…" He continued, I brought up the handkerchief pretending to dab my eyes, in reality it was to smother another yawn. Taking the opportunity to look at the surroundings. A prickling sensation, alerting me, making me turn from where it was coming from. 

I had entirely forgotten about the head butler's presence, as he stood in eerily silence on the other side from where me and the Count were.