“Who placed those wine glasses? They look like they were arranged by a blind baboon,” Roland snapped at a nervous steward.
“This isn’t a funeral, it’s a legacy!”
Black luxury vehicles had been scheduled to arrive at the estate soon.
Roland's investors, the top brass of Europe’s elite, were coming to see the twins, to witness the “new bloodline” that would legitimise his growing empire.
Image was everything. Paperwork had already been forged and all that remained was the show.
This was the fifth time Kairo was sweeping the grand hall, each procedure was noted as unsatisfactory by Lord Roland.
Kairo kept sweeping, silent and invisible.
“Kairo!” one of the maids hissed.
“You’re wanted in the lounge. The cigar lounge. Roland wants the ashtrays spotless.”
He exhaled deeply and for a m
