Butler

Confiscated

    I walk down the stairs. Marcel was busy elsewhere, as I still am ill. I sat down slowly, I had a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. The doors slammed open of the manor. Jacks stood there "James!" I look at her from the stairs. She then spotted me and squeezed me. "A feminine style. You have." she spoke "I don't!" I yell she then looked at me then at Marcel who was closing the doors. "Yup, you are ill. Danny was right." her white small hair shook. As she had an eye patch that covered a place where her eye should be. "Alright! I shall resolve this!" Jacks exclaims. Marcel simply smiled as he got beside us. "I will bring Japanese medicine at once I heard they are wonderful like the English medicine." she smiled as she held me. "Jacks..." I mumble "Oh, and the Italian wait no French meals splendid. Oh, the Turkish foods and medicine they look good!" she went on fascinated as she dropped me walking towards her guard. Marcel caught me, "Oh the Brazilian music is good! I'll have to travel! Oh the New York adventures!" she squealed in thought. As she wore a coat tail, "Wait, why did you...!" she left before answering. I sighed, "Master aren't you supposed to be in your bedroom resting?" Marcel asks I look at him, as I look at him in irritation. "I don't want to." I say in a tone. I got to my feet. "I'm going to my study. Bring in lemonade." I spoke I really needed it although it dries out my throat. "Master it is too-" I walk off to my study. Annoyed. I sat on my chair setting my feet on it too, holding my knees. I turn the chair and face the windows, glaring at them. I ler my red hair fall over my eyes as I watch the trees sway. Why can't it be much simpler without being ill. I slump down as my blanket fell from my shoulders. "Master I've brought your lemonade..." I heard him set it down. "Master?" he questions I turn my chair and take the lemonade. As I turn away again, what could lead up to the drug reference? I've had some men in jail for that. I began to cough as the lemonade I took too much. Marcel comes to my side aiding me, "Please be careful master." Marcel spoke as he sets down the lemonade. Could it be that there us more than one person in it? I stared in eyes of shock realizing what Danny said. "Master is something wrong?" Marcel asks in concern "There is more than one person in the drug dealing, with everything...they are taking the cargo from the port..." I started realizing everything

   Dun dun dun. Until the next chapter lovely reader.