A small rectangular white rug is place on top of the dark hardwood floors. On each side of the rug is a black sofa with some pillows, along with a matching armchair. There’s also a small table with a lamp and a potted plant. The center section of the east wall seems to be made of stone, with shelves set into the wall on each side. On the shelves are some decorative items like plates and empty vases. The stone wall has a fireplace on the lower part, elevated above the ground. A plaque is set above the fireplace. A suit of armor holding a large axe stands in the southwest corner. On the west wall is a painting of a buxom woman looming out the dark background, nonchalantly holding a short, blunt sword in her right hand. A grotesque servant woman crouches to the left of the image. Along the bottom of the painting seems to be someone laying in a bed, but you can’t see their head. In about the center of the room is another statue, of a majestic horse with a single horn protruding from its forehead.
Rachel is sitting on the sofa, reading a book. She gives Blaze a small greeting as he enters.
I curtsy slightly. "It's a pleasure to formally meet you, my name is Rebecca. I understand if you're busy, Mr. Engel, but I'm wondering if you could answer a few questions I have surrounding the estate and your former Master." I start to close the distance between us, trying to see if I can slyly make out anything on the desk. "I hope you can answer a few questions we may have. Would that be too much?"
The plaque is about a medium size, although maybe a bit on the larger size. Which is surprising, considering only a few words are inscribed. The plaque is a rectangular piece of dark wood, with a slightly smaller plate of stainless steel attached to the wood with four screws, one in each corner. The words "Audentis Fortuna iuvat" are etched onto the steel.
Rachel doesn't seem to pay much mind to Blaze's comment.
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The electronic device looks like a voice recorder, but you can't make out what any of the papers are.
"Thank you for your cooperation. I know it must be hard on you." I walk over to the shelf, eyeing the bookcase, more particularly the safe. "I'd like for you start with a little about what it was like serving someone like the late Mr. Levine. I'd imagine, from what I've seen of his own estate, he must have had somewhat of a personalty."
The bookshelves are filled with non-fiction books on all sorts of subjects. The safe has a large, sturdy-looking dial-type lock.
"Yes... I suppose he did," Christian remarked. "I knew Master Daniel for a very long time, even when I started working for him. He could be quite... particular about certain things, but I knew him well enough that it was not a problem."
"Perfect." I give a slight smile, running my hands behind my back, giving an almost giddy look. "Maybe you could tell me then. What kind of person was Mr. Levine before you started working for him?" I think about it a second. "Any changes across his life that you found noteworthy?"
Christian leaned back in the chair, considering the question. "...People change gradually. So slowly, you don't even notice. From the moment I met him, I was able to notice the spark of brilliance within him. He also always had a presence of austerity, although I suppose he grew into that a bit. The most noteworthy change in his life that I noticed, however... was probably when he met Clover. I think she may have been the only person who could get Master Daniel to drop the curtains.