The moon was high up in the sky when Wade arrived at the hotel.
Two guards were stationed at the door, and when Wade presented his name, they quickly led him inside.
He was guided through the wide hallways and up a flight of stairs, until they reached a familiar door.
The guard knocked once, then opened it, ushering Wade in.
It was the same study he'd been in before, but there were changes this time.
Another chair sat across the desk, clearly meant for him. And to the side, at a smaller table, sat a man with papers spread before him, quill already in hand. His eyes flicked to Wade before returning to his work.
"Ah, Wade," Viscount Fairchild greeted warmly, rising slightly from his seat before settling back behind the desk. "Please, sit."
Wade obliged, lowering himself into the chair, keeping his back straight and his eyes on the noble.
