Turmoils

Nemesis was pacing the corridors of the elite quarter that Draco had alloted him, in the letter that he left for Master.

Master was very, very sceptical but he did follow Draco's order.

Nemesis however was having a sleepless night because he knew that he had sent Draco to his eminent demise while he himself was sitting there, enjoying the hospitality of his cousin.

"Ahhhhhhh....! "

He let out a loud roar in frustration.

"This is all that I ever wanted. I am finally at the point where I will be able to see all my plan work. Damn it! Why then am I feeling so restless? What is this guilt that is weighing around my neck? "

Just then the door flung open,

" May I come in Nemesis? "

It was Master.

" Yes. Yes of course. "

He made way for Master as he came in with his hands behind him, his half moon glasses all the way down on his nose and his eyes glaring at Nemesis, but he had a pretend smile on his lips.

" I hope there is nothing lacking in our hospitality? "

He asked as he circled a