Roger Roger!

"Mmm… H-hello…?"

Esmond sleepy voice carried through his phone, earlier scrambling to find it as it started blaring aloud and disturbing his sleep.

'It seems like I've disturbed your sleep, Mr Mars…'

Like the wind was knocked out of him, Esmond sat right up, as the drowsiness left his body…

"Not at all… *cough* just resting a little, after a long day… anyway, how may I be of service?"

With no clue who was on the other end, other than someone important through Anton, Esmond did his best to sound authoritative and relaxed.

But being caught off by his sleep made him ill equipped for the conversation, he soon fell back into rhythm and took hold of the conversation.

.

'My… child, Anton, has given me your letter… as well as this simple phone…

While I appreciate the two, it seems the wooden box is more of an important gift than the two.'<