“Adrian, Mr. Reeves is looking for you,” Benjamin called out as Adrian finished drying off and brushing his coat. He had managed to use the flat iron to press the wrinkles from the rain out of the fabric, but it still smelled vaguely of a rainy field. Not an unpleasant scent, but it was noticeable, and Mr. Reeves would certainly be displeased with that.
“Did you say Mr. Reeves is looking for me?” he asked.
“Yes. You are to report to his office.” Benjamin paused as he carried a tray of sandwiches past him toward the servants’ stairs that led up to the main part of the house.
Adrian had an uncomfortable feeling about this. “What for?”
“I have no idea, but he is waiting for you.”
Adrian stole a bite of turkey and porridge before he headed to reach Mr. Reeves’s office and knocked.
“Come
