It didn't take much time for Sebastian to finish up the omelet. Katie had gathered all of the ingredients, except for the cheese, so all he needed to do was cook it. Soon Sebastian was carrying a silver platter to the young master. He entered the room just after Ciel had finished discussing a business plan with Katie. Their eyes merely glanced at him for a few seconds as he walked in. He delivered the platter to Ciel and stepped over to the side to watch the fun.

"Katie," Ciel started. "Have you been in contact with your father recently?"

Katie's eyes hardened but she managed to pull off a smile for the master.

"Just a few letters from him once in a while," she said but the words didn't sound sweet coming out of her mouth.

Sebastian knew all too well that John Williams was the most despised man in Katie's life. She would gladly become best friend with Sebastian before she went back to her father.

"Every week," Ciel probed.

Katie's game face came on and she folded her arms in front of her chest. It was time to get serious.

"Lay it all on the table," she said. "Playing games with me about this subject wouldn't be the smartest thing, my lord."

Ciel glanced at Sebastian for a moment. Sebastian smiled and bowed slightly. The master's eye turned back to Katie.

"I received a telephone call this yesterday from your father," Ciel said slowly.

Katie's expression was firm. It was obvious she knew what Ciel was leading to. Sebastian smiled, somewhat pleased to know that she was in just a little bit of trouble.

"He was demanding that I release you from my employment and let you return home," Ciel continued.

Katie shifted her weight to one hip.

"I turned it down of course," the master went on. "But he brought something to my attention that couldn't be ignored."

Katie shifted her weight evenly between her legs again.

"He demanded that I at least have you reply to all the letters he sent to you," Ciel finished.

Sebastian's face fell as she saw Katie's dull expression. She wouldn't show him her shocked expression today. She had everything under control for once. Sebastian sighed.

"I have replied to every marriage proposal he's sent to me," Katie hissed.

"Why did you hide the fact that you were receiving letters from your father?" Ciel demanded.

Katie stormed up to the front of Ciel's desk. She was the only servant that would get right up in front of Ciel's face. She had the guts and the confidence to do it.

"These are personal threats and demands directed towards me and towards no one else," she stated firmly. "This is war has been declared against me. I have no intention on including anyone else around me into it. I can handle it."

Meilin suddenly came into the room with her other two co-workers behind her.

"Young master," she shrieked. "There's a guest here to see you!"

Ciel raised an eyebrow and Katie backed away from his desk. Sebastian glanced out the window and spotted an extravagant carriage. John Williams and his butler, Alfred, were emerging from its depths, making their way towards the Phantomhive mansion. As they moved across the yard, Alfred looked up at the window, locking eyes with Sebastian. Sebastian swore under his breath. He knew immediately what they were here for.

"I don't want to see anybody at this hour of the morning," Ciel sighed, reluctantly.

"Shall I go greet them?" Katie offered.

Ciel's eye ran over her then dashed over to Sebastian.

"You can accompany Sebastian," he ordered.

Katie nodded and gave Sebastian an irritated look that meant something around the lines of 'hurry up and let's go'. Sebastian walked past her and out of the room. Katie kept up with his swiftness, looking just as graceful and flawless as he did. He led her down to the stairs to the main hall and towards the door.

"Do you know who decided to show up this morning?"

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at Katie, who was standing unusually quietly behind him. Her expression was somewhat complex as if she didn't know how to handle the situation. Sebastian chuckled to himself. It was the first time he got to see an expression on her face other than irritation and false joy.

"I have an idea," he said and opened the door.