The day was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun when Mathiel arrived precisely at two thirty p.m. He came out and leaned against his polished black car, the sleek line reflecting the golden hues of the descending sun. His gaze was fixed on me as I approached, his usual stoic expression betraying no hint of emotion.
“Mikah” he greeted, in his usual calm, measured tone, extending his hands to assist me into his car. I smiled, despite the familiar chill that clung to him like an invisible shroud, as I was mainly in a good mood due to my successful interview.
“ Hi,” I replied, settling into the luxurious leather seat.
After half an hour of driving, we arrived at an imposing mansion, a colossal stone structure draped in Ivy. Its architecture exuded a timely elegance, a testamen
