WAYNE'S MANSION
Ethan leaned back in his armchair, the warmth of his coffee cup cradled in his hands as he turned a page in the morning newspaper. As he took another sip from his mug, savoring the warmth, the doorbell rang, echoing through the quiet house. Ethan frowned. He wasn’t expecting anyone. His grandmother was out for the day, and he hadn’t made any plans with Helen or anyone else.
“Probably a delivery,” he muttered under his breath, shrugging off the interruption and letting his attention return to the headline he was reading. It was something about a new development in the tech industry, a topic that always intrigued him.
Moments later, soft footsteps approached, accompanied by one of the maids calling, “Sir, someone is here to see you.”
Ethan glanced up, mildly curious. He d
