Graven appeared inside the headquarter in the city.
Horace entered the room. "My lord!"
"Inform the driver that I'm going to use the carriage today. Make it ready within one hour. I'll use the carriage to go to my father's residence later," he ordered.
"Copy, my lord. Anything else? Do you want coffee or water?" Horace offered.
"I prefer coffee," he replied.
"Okay, I'll make you one," Horace said and left the room.
Graven went to his desk, sat on the chair, and produced a pen and paper from the drawer of his desk. He placed them on the table. He finally decided to write the letters so that his wife and his father will understand why and how he met his end and why he prefers not to tell them about the things in advance and kept it a secret from them. He released a deep sigh and picked up the pen.
