In the opulent halls of the mansion, panic gripped Oliver as he heard Henderson's booming shout from inside the office. Ever since becoming Henderson's right hand, he lived in perpetual fear, haunted by nightmares of his past crimes. The weight of Henderson's temper pressed down on him like a suffocating shroud, a constant reminder that disobedience would result in his demise.
With the Quin’s mansion now reduced to ashes, Henderson's responsibilities multiplied. Countless meetings with vampires, Johnsen Hospital executives, and City officials demanded his attention. Oliver's mind raced as he cursed Henderson under his breath, reluctantly leaving his seat to attend to his boss’s needs.
The mansion buzzed with an unrelenting flurry of activity, far busier than ever before, even during the
