The slight breeze ruffled my papers from my office window and the faint chirping of birdsong mixed with city bustling calmed me somehow as I continued to sit in my chair, absently swivelling as I poured over reports and documents. As of late work had been piling higher on my desk and likewise, any visitors were hardly common, nor did I, frankly have any patience for them either.

As I was in the middle of writing up a rather lengthy report, a disruptive rata-ta-ta snapped me to the door. I grumbled as the intruder waltzed in without a second thought to wait for an answer.

"Henry! Here are more letters and parcels for you from the post." I controlled my facial expressions as George, my subordinate, placed, rather unceremoniously, the parcels he spoke of on my desk which was still crowded with other work, with a loud smack that rocked my own papers piled neatly around me.

I eyed the unwanted things on my desk contemptuously before glaring at the rather fiery copper head.

I have absolutely no time for this right now.

"If you're done blundering about, please show yourself out the way you came."

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes when the man before me made no sound other than a huff in return. His lips suddenly pressed in thin lines. His green eyes suddenly lost their glint. I shouldn't care so much. But sometimes, I wonder if I was just too rough on the man.

The awkward tension between us began to fill the room. It was almost suffocating. "Since the young lord wishes so, as a mere lowlife, I will do just that," he uttered after a while.

Then he stomped and walked out the door, leaving me once again alone with the company of my endless paperwork.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to feel upset or horrible about how I treated him. He was a good friend of mine back in the day, but time has changed. It's time to live in the present, where I'm the one who's paying his paycheck and he's merely there to work under me.

There's no need to live in the mind of a child. A child who thinks friendship and playtime is the only thing that he needs to get through this life. What an immature child I was.

I didn't touch the stuff he brought in and mainly put all my focus on my paperwork. I had to finish all of this before tonight. So I pulled all my thoughts back into the piling papers on my desk.

The sky had soon gone dim, a thick dark blanket covered the once yellow of it, while I was engrossed in finishing my work. The room was dimly lit, illuminated by only a few street lamps outside, along with a few burning candles in the room. I lifted my head up when I was finally done with all my paper duties. Piles of work, a mountain of them, finally finished.

Stretching my sore back, I let my eyes trail back on the items George placed on my table and decided to check some of them. We may never know whether some of the heap items on my desk might be important stuff that needs my urgent attention. It's best to check it out now.

As I flicked through the letters and parcels, a small, handwritten envelope caught my attention and my heart began to thump. I gasped when my doubts were confirmed. The sender's name was written on the back of the envelope, in the colour of the brightest hue of blood.

"Evangeline."