Five Years LaterThe snow fell gently over the countryside estate, blanketing the rolling hills of Liberty City in white. I stood at the service entrance of the family's twelve-bedroom mansion, reviewing the final preparations with the kitchen staff, when I allowed myself a moment to observe the scene before me.The great room windows glowed golden against the winter dusk. Through them, I could see my master standing at the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the snow drift down. On one hand, he held a glass of aged whiskey—a 25-year-old single malt I had selected specifically for this evening. In the other, he held his five-year-old grandson, Dennis, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder approximately twenty minutes prior and showed no signs of waking.I smiled. Some things never changed. Ever since Dennis birth, Barry was so fond of his grandson. They had a strong bond of the likes I've never seen."Sebastian?" One of the junior kitchen staff approached hesitantly. "The roast—