PASSION OF NEGLECT

GREG:

My sleep was cut short by the rumbling in my belly. I had gone to bed without dinner, and neither James nor Granny seemed to care enough to call me out.

It is a few minutes before 3 AM when I slip into my scuff slippers and walk down the passage to the kitchen.

Everywhere is quiet except for Mr. Nazit and some of his subordinates, who are roaming around the house.

Mr. Nazit nodded in acknowledgement as I descended the stairs. He is dressed casually, unlike his usual black coat and pants. One of his subordinates, also in pajamas, walked up to him and shuddered a few words to him.

Mr. Nazit then began speaking into a wired pod fixed on his right ear as the subordinate stepped away.

Looking at them dressed for sleep, I shook my head at their disregard for proper attire. It seemed unfair to wear sleepwear and still stay up all night.

Maybe I am wrong, but the men I am staring at don't look like they have slept or are going to sleep anytime soon.

A third person appeared from behind