Despite how self-absorbed and easygoing Topher seemed to be, there would still be instances when Leonard would be reminded that his employer was actually someone quite smart and perceptive who belonged to an esteemed family. Topher’s smile disappearing in barely a second, sending a chill down Leonard’s spine, made Leonard remember that the man was made up of similar genetic materials that made the great Elizabeth and Charles Stevens.
“So, what is it?” Topher seriously asked, sounding more like he was daring Leonard to say what it was that he came there to say.
Thankfully, the door to the bedroom slowly opened and James cautiously peeked outside while knocking. “Sorry to interrupt, but I was going to cook some breakfast, if you don’t mind. Do you guys want any?”
“Topher doesn’t—” Leonard
