The door swung open to reveal a butler, gray-haired, wearing a corporate outfit obviously meant for work.
Solomon stared at the figure that opened the door
"Young man, who are you? What are you doing here?" the butler asked.
Solomon took a deep breath, calming himself down and ignoring the fact that he had essentially invaded somebody's home.
He put his hand in his pocket and brought out the ID card that was there. "I came to return this ID," he said, raising his hand to show the butler.
The butler looked at the ID and his eyes widened. Then he gasped with excitement. "This is the young master's ID! He has been looking for it!" The butler's voice filled with excitement. "Young man, you can give me the ID."
Solomon thought about it for a moment. That wouldn't be possible.
He needed to meet Dylan Newton face to face so he could give him the ID personally and complete the mission. "No," Solomon said to the butler. "I want to personally give the ID to the young master myself."
