Carl smiled, pleased to see the younger man coming into his own. "You need only say the word and I will ensure everything is in order. For now, try not to dwell and simply enjoy this time as the leader. The future will come soon enough."
Greg sat grimly by the fireplace, nursing another glass of whiskey poured for him by the butler as the rain pelted against the manor windows. He remembered that it had been a few days since the attack at his teammates, but the rage still boiled in his blood.
"Any news on Dominic and the others?" Carl inquired gently. Though normally ignorable, even he couldn't hide his concern for Greg's closest friends and teammates. They had undergone several risky treatments at the hospital but their prognosis remained uncertain.
The butler was a bit glad that the teammates had their masters back but it was still sad to see how they were being cut down.