A car pulled into the mansion. "The priest is here," Arnold heard. He walked up to welcome him.
"What took you so long? Or did my driver delay you?" he asked, looking at the driver before returning his gaze to Father Damien.
Father Damien knew he couldn't tell the truth, or the driver would be bruised. He looked at the driver, who was already shivering in fear.
"Not at all. He came on time. I had a prayer session with someone, so it was my fault."
Arnold nodded as he ushered Father Damien into the sitting room.
"Take a seat, Father."
Damien did as Mr. Arnold sat on his throne chair.
"What should I offer you?" Arnold asked.
"Water," Father Damien said, adjusting his glasses.
"Just water?" Arnold asked to be sure.
"Yes, Mr. Arnold. Water," he replied.
"Okay, if that's what you wan
