The elder butler gave a final nod to his master, then slowly turned.
His calm gaze swept across the other butlers lining the walls of the chamber.
Then…
He glared sharply.
"How utterly stupid of you," he said sternly.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
"Do you not understand the concept of politeness?" His voice was low and sharp—like a dagger being drawn in a quiet room.
"Do you think 'invitation' means barking orders and stomping your feet like children denied sweets?"
Not a single servant dared to move.
The elder butler stepped forward.
"Where was your sincerity? Your grace? Your ability to read a room?"
He stopped in front of the young butler who had first shouted at Kisha.
"Is your brain in your knee, not your skull?"
The younger butler flinched, bowing his head so low that his forehead nearly touched the floor.
The elder butler looked around the room again.
"You shame your station. You shame your uniforms. And worse—"
His voice dropped to a deadly softness.
