Albert’s story

"Enter" Quince said loftily. He leaned back against his leather chair and folded his hands together as he waited for the 'guest' to come in.

'Who does he think he is?' Queen pursed her mouth in annoyance after seeing that action of his. He acted like he was the owner or someone of importance.

'Well he is. But so what?' Queen simply refused to let go of her pettiness. However as soon as the door swung open, she had a charming smile on her face.

Quince saw that action of hers from the corner of his eye and felt amusement rise within him. 'She changes her expression really quickly. How cunning.'

"Pardon me for the intrusion." Albert said as he walked inside the room.

"Not at all. Thank you for coming over. Please have a seat." Quince said easily.

Albert sat down on the chair. His posture was rigid and his expression was stiff. He wasn't sure why he and not Noah got called over. Since he wasn't the head of the team, he didn't have to converse with the clients often so he was feeling quite nervous.

"Is there a problem?" Albert asked as he fidgeted in his seat.

"Yes. Mr.Albert, I'm afraid there is bad news." Queen said slowly.

"Bad news?" Albert instantly became alert.

"Mr.Albert, Mr.Bernard is dead." Queen said gently.

"Oh..." Albert said, seeming to be in a daze. Then he suddenly jolted out of his chair and exclaimed,"What?!"

'Another weird reaction.' Queen thought before hurriedly saying,"I understand this may come as a shock to you. But please calm down and have a seat Mr.Albert."

"No! No! You don't understand Miss Meilleure!" Albert yelled out passionately.

'Seriously?! Another one with the same dialogue?!' Queen thought, a little angry at the situation. 'Why do these people keep saying that I don't understand?!'

"Mr.Albert, please have a seat." Quince said with iciness in his voice. His expression threatening to freeze anyone that dared oppose him.

"Ye...yes Master Quince." Albert stuttered before sitting back on the chair. He kept quiet as he was lost in thoughts.

Queen exchanged a glance with Quince. Her gaze seem to be asking:

'Isn't his reaction too strange?'

Quince: *Silence*

Queen: 'Seriously man! Look!'

Quince: *Silence*

Queen finally roll her eyes and gave up on having a psychic communication with Quince. Clearly her thoughts weren't reaching him.

Quince actually understood what her gaze was trying to convey. Her expressions were simply too honest! But since it wasn't in his character to talk unless necessary, he wouldn't do so.

Though much to his annoyance, he had been doing exactly the opposite whenever she was involved. It was time he stopped dancing to her tune.

"Mr.Albert, kindly elaborate." Quince asked with a sincere tone, hoping to calm the agitated man down.

"Yes...It is definite that Stuart murdered Bernard." Mr.Albert said solemnly.