Octavius had been upstairs going over his books. Christmas was always a good time for his business. He smiled to himself as he looked over the numbers but it flattered slightly when he heard his name being called. "I knew there was something I forgot..." he muttered to himself, realizing he hadn't locked the door before heading upstairs. In his mind, he was still doing work. Maybe he really should get more help.
Getting up, he crossed the living room before opening the door that led to downstairs where his shop was. "I'm coming!"