Mr Harrington's Call

The morning sun cast a golden glow through the expansive windows of the mansion, bathing the living area in warm light.

James stepped downstairs, stretching his arms as he inhaled the familiar scent of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

As expected, Patty was already making breakfast. But what surprised him was the sight of Leslie actually helping.

A rare sight indeed.

James smirked as he walked over to them.

"Well, well, well… look who finally decided to contribute to society."

Leslie, who was focused on cracking an egg, paused mid-motion and gave him a slow, pointed glare.

"James, don't start," she warned, voice dripping with early-morning irritation, but could see the poorly concealed smile hidden behind that irritated expression.

James grinned and ignored her, walking up to Patty and greeting her in their usual way — with a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, Patty. How was your night?" he asked.