The Firearms Factory, office.
As Lorne worked at his desk, he suddenly felt his Spirituality Intuition stir faintly.
"Teacher Sharron?"
Sure enough, the familiar figure in a black Gothic court dress and a small bonnet was floating silently in midair.
"It's me."
Her cool voice reached him.
"I remember we weren't supposed to have a lesson today-" Lorne put down the documents in his hands and looked at her in confusion.
"It isn't about lessons." Sharron slowly floated closer.
Lorne glanced up at her, waiting for her to continue.
Sharron went on in the same flat tone. "Nor is it about the Beyonder characteristics we brought out of the mausoleum."
"Then what is it?" Lorne was even more puzzled. Apart from those two matters, what else could require her to come in person?
"Maric found some problems in that villa of yours that's being renovated-" Sharron explained.
"The villa-problems-" Lorne's brow furrowed, and an unpleasant premonition rose in his heart.
8 Williams Street.
Arriving with Sharron, Lorne found Maric already waiting at the villa's entrance.
It was getting late, and the renovation workers had all gone home. Only the three of them remained in the sprawling villa.
"The renovations look pretty good-" Standing outside, Lorne carefully examined the property he owned.
The slightly shabby exterior walls had been repainted a subdued ivory. The lines of the window frames and eaves had also been refined. Although the interior was still a mess, from the outside it was already beginning to look like a luxurious residence.
He turned to Maric beside him and said sincerely, "Thanks for all your hard work. You've even made time to keep an eye on this place while handling your commissions."
"Commissions? What commissions?" Maric looked visibly taken aback by Lorne's words.
He had been quite free