Some things never changed within Krovs Castle, like how quickly gossip spread down the halls. It hadn't taken long for the word about Miles Farrow attempting to steal from a master to reach his office. It was his job as Chief of Staff, after all, to know just about everything so that he could keep the castle's operations running smoothly.
Dealing with a slave wasn't necessarily under his job description, however, that wasn't why he requested the elf be brought to his suite for less than an hour at precisely noon. His powers might be dampened though a man still needed sustenance. These days, Sang-ho received that through acts of greed, which were easy to come by here in Krovs, no matter someone's station.
"Mr. Farrow," the fallen angel greeted the younger with indifference despite the polite smile. He led the slave into his suite and took a seat in one of the armchairs in his living room, gesturing for Miles to sit on the couch beside him. "I hear you've been causing trouble. Stealing from a master." He clicked his tongue against his teeth. He folded his hands together in front of himself. "Not a bright move. Tell me, what were you thinking there?"
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