“Hmm? Mellie, why so stoic?” 

Spencer asked this casually, leaning in his chair as the moonlight now reflected in his wide office. Truth be told, he was as calm as ever. Death was only a natural part of life’s cycle after all.

“I’d expect you to be bawling your eyes like all the other maids here. But you’re not,” he said, leaning forward slightly and narrowing his eyes in interest.

“So…cold heart or something?”