One twenty eight: If it isn't Brad(ley) Pitt

The large halls of the Wayne manor were empty, except for Ivan. All his mind allowed him was to think of Vienna.

He heard footsteps approaching him from behind and he turned around, only for his eyes to meet with Misha's bow.

"Good afternoon master Wayne." She said with a respectful bow. Unlike Alfred, she never called him young master Wayne, just master Wayne was fine to her. Plus, she was young too but most importantly, she felt there was no need to use his age to decide what to call him, her master was her master.

"It only came to my knowledge a few minutes ago that you chose to skip breakfast." She continued.

Ivan nodded with a gentle smile. "I had somewhere important to be and sitting to have breakfast would seem like a waste of time."

"I see... Well, since you're here now, is there anything I can demand be made for you? Be it a fresh cup of coffee, or some calming tea if I may because you seem quite tense."

Ivan's smile widened by a little. "Is it that obvious or I'm the o
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter