Chapitre 83: The Meeting

The watch seemed to respond to my needs. Immediately my surroundings changed from the wooden and light office of the Bernards Co. to somewhere darker and quieter, and I found myself in a posh area where William's father and Katarina were whispering by the fireplace.

It looked like they were in a study room – a drawing room for Mr. Bernards, I suppose. There were lots of things that pertained to their business inside the room.

Books and notes were stacked on his table and in one push cart, and on the walls there was a vast collection of encyclopedias and other reading materials displayed.

I saw a rather familiar book on one shelf. It had a bit of a rundown cover to it, and the spine was faded from years on out of being read.

It was one of those books that William would bring on our trips to the forest. It used to be just tutoring for him, teaching me how to pronounce and read and write my name correctly.