Inbox – Prelude

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The emails hadn’t stopped coming in, nor the phone calls or text messages. All concerning the same thing: White Chapel.

His agent wasn’t answering his phone. 

“Baaya… hold my calls for me, please, unless they’re from my agent?”

“Certainly, Young Master. Oh, your mail is on the drawing room table, love… there’s an awful lot of fan mail today. Your extra hours lately have certainly paid off.