The Barclays

At a secondary safehouse in the City.

"Mrs. Barclay, I apologize, but our reserve of fruits and vegetables is gone. Please try to understand," said a servant.

He had just returned from the kitchen, where he was informed that the Madame's breakfast order of fresh buttermilk pancakes with fresh fruit and freshly squeezed fruit juice could not be made because their food reserves had nearly been depleted.

"Do you know who you're speaking to? I don't care where you need to go to find some fruit, but I expect you to find it!" yelled Mrs. Barclay.

Ever since her son, Julian, had risen to the peak of the business empire, she had never heard the word 'no.' Everything she ever wished for, she had, and today would not be an exception.

"Madame, the world outside is not safe. There is also no guarantee that we would be able to find anything, even if we went out," the servant tried to explain.