Nathaniel opened his jacket and threw it onto his bed. He was about to open his shirt as well when a knock at the door stopped him. He huffed in annoyance and reached for the door. "Yes?"
"Mr. Astor?" The one at the door inquired. He was carrying a heavy pile of books.
Nate nodded in response.
"Here. They've been sent by President Windsor." The guy handed over the pile to him.
"Where's the bill?" he asked.
"Uh no. They have been paid for already. Just take it, man. They're killing my hands."
Nate accepted the books and closed the door with his feet. He checked them and found out that all of them were related to their healer training. He felt bad that Mr. Windsor was putting so much effort.
Had it been two years ago, he would have felt happy knowing that someone was rooting for him.
