Lisa wasn’t sure if she should have brought a gift or… holy water. That was how uncomfortable she felt standing at the doorway of Arthur’s family mansion, which looked like it came with a butler, a backup butler, and probably a gold toilet somewhere upstairs. She followed Arthur in with a rehearsed smile and sweaty palms, trying not to gape at the glossy floors, giant vases, and paintings that probably cost more than her entire college education.
“This place smells like power and judgement,” she muttered under her breath.
If Arthur heard, he didn't say anything.
The butler led them through a hallway that could house a small village and into a private dining room.
A long dining table stretched out ahead of them. Seated at the far end were two people… Lisa called one shiny and the othe
