The estate was very quiet. The only sound you could hear was some faint jazz coming from he kitchen. A guard passed by the window oblivious to you while making his rounds. The servant who was at your door sat off in the corner ready to wait on you should you require a second of something. Again you thought, "Damn this cook is good." you refrained from telling him. You received a call from Christian while you ate, so you let voice mail get it. After breakfast you checked it. "Hello? Hi, this is Vivian your step niece. I got this number from your mother she said you might need someone to talk to. I feel kind of awkward calling when we never really met." You received other calls from relative apparently your mother is becoming a family socialite as well.