She sounded agitated. "Where'sIsabella?" I'll look for her, Aunt," I said. She didn't seem to hear me.I knocked on the door of the maid's quarters. No...answer. Hoping I wasn'tabout to embarrass Isabella by catching her still asleep, I opened thedoor. She wasn't there. Instead, I found an envelope on her pillowaddressed to Mrs. White. I took it to my aunt. She opened it and read thenote.She paled and went into some sort of shock. Her eyes seemed to losefocus. She trembled, and the note fell from. George turned the sound back on, and there was some guy yelling at the top of his lungs, in German, with extra loud guitars and drums blaring at ungodly decibels, but the prisoner did not move or even flinch. With the sound from the computer turned down, George, however, found himself still flinching when a particularly emphatic note was reached.“Damn. I wish I could sleep like that.” He looked down at his watch, then confirmed it with the clock on the wall. He finished his security journal. I went inside interview room with a lot of nervousness because this was a do or die situation for me. A man around 40-year-old sitting on the chair welcomed me with the smile and told me to sit. I thanked him and gave my resume to him. He was well dressed in blazer and tie. Neatly combed hair and he had a masculine look. He looked my profile for two minutes and I was waiting for his first question with fingers crossed. He first asked few personal questions like about my family and my place etc.. Zandriell was cold, a sensation she had never experienced in all the ages since her creation, she cracked one eye open. The glorious light of morning pierced her brain like a lance of fire. God loves morning and always went out of His way to show it. Cursing under her breath she rose painfully from the floor and dared to open her eyes again just a little. The room swam slowly into focus she could see the blacked husk of the dead mage smoking next to her. In his death he had fallen across the.