Cold. It's really, really cold in London tonight. He told me to meet him here, but... Well, There is no sign of Ciel. I bring out my mobile and check it. No missed calls, no texts, nothing. It's cold. I shiver in my thin jacket and try to call him. It goes straight to voicemail. It's really cold in London tonight. All my thoughts race around in my head.
Was it here he told me to meet him? Why would one of the richest under 20's in England want to meet me in a cold side alley?
Suddenly, my phone buzzes. The caller ID says "Boss" don't worry, you don't have to kinkshame me, Ciel Phantomhive is my employer. I pick up the phone.
"Is this Olivia Brooke?"
"No, sir. You called her phone but it isn't her at all."
"Alright, alright, no need to be all sassy, I might be your best friend but I'm also your employer, remember,"
Hmm. As if I could ever forget.
"Anyway, did you pick up the details for the Ella Smith case?"
The Ella smith case. Oh, the Ella smith case. Recently, my entire life has been consumed by this girl, a person I'd never really ever heard of until she died in 'mysterious events...' And suddenly my life was consumed by her. Where was she the night she disappeared? Who was with her? What time did she die? I don't know, but I'm trying to find out.
"Yes, I in fact did."
"So sad for a girl so young to have just died..."
"Ciel, she was 16. We are currently 13. She is older than us."
"I know, but still..."
"Anyway, I found some important information on the case, you need to come over to discuss them now."
"Ciel. I am in the middle of a dark alley way where we were supposed to be meeting. Are you actually joking?"
"Sorry, I forgot. But could you come over anyway? I'll get Sebastian to make us some tea."
That settles it. I walk out of the alley and in the direction of his mansion. Some tea sounds pretty good right now, and anyway, his butler is pretty fit...😉
