The Red Device

Oh, they knew. Greg smiled. Which only meant one thing. The servants were well informed. Well, who wouldn't, after the engagement disaster?

He was about to answer when the security man took him by surprise. He fiddled with the gates and the next second, the small gate was wide opened.

"Y-You're here for Young Miss." He repeated his question.

And Greg didn't see why he shouldn't nod. He stared into the man's eyes. He appeared frantic and anxious.

Well. Good thing he knew who he was dealing with.

"I- I won't let you in. You can't be here for any good. Young Miss doesn't want to see anyone...."

He pointed his gun up and continued muttering words which didn't make sense to him. Wasn't it obvious he wasn't here for any good? And how could she not want to see him now? Who would infact want to see someone at this hour? And did she have a choice?

He laughed at the man's expression and gave him a sympathetic look.