Erik
"Alright, shall we begin?" Maddox asked once everyone was seated.
"What is the point of this?" I asked, kicking my feet up on the table.
"Well, I was speaking with Anna this week about some of these papers-"
"Anna?" Sigmund questioned.
"The new kitchen help. The one with long hair." Maddox elaborated.
"The slave girl?" Ivan scoffed, still a bit irritated that he didn't get to kill her like he did the others upon arrival.
"Servant," Maddox corrected in a clipped tone. "And yes, she is far wiser than she is given credit for. I am thinking of making her an advisor."
"She has been here what, a week, two tops? Why on earth would you consider listening to her? She could be plotting your demise, for all we know." Ivan yelled.
"I am no fool," Maddox frowned. "I am moving forwar
