Maxwell relaxed in his seat and finished the last piece of pancake on his plate. The warmth of the morning sun, poured over the table in the dinning. Katherine, was sitting beside him, she moved her coffee mug, and gazed up at the ceiling.They hadn’t spoken much that morning, but the silence wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, it was more like the calm before a storm.A silent knock on the door was heard before Jackson came into the room, as always, dressed in black. Behind him, a group of guards carried items they recovered from Maxwell’s former apartment. One by one climbed on the stairs to put the boxes into one of the guest rooms. Jackson, however, lingered behind, his demeanor was however a bit hesitant."Sir may I have a word with you, in private," Jackson said calmly, but in a way that wasn't obvious. Katherine’s head raised up, her expression unreadable but tense. Maxwell saw the hint of concern on her face."Whatever it is, you can say it in front of her," Maxwell said in a c