The butler, about to leave in a hurry, paused at James' calm instruction.
"No need to store it away. Bring it here. I happen to have some documents to sign."
The butler didn't dare object and immediately brought over the pen Lavinia Westwood had presented to him, handling it with great care. He quietly exited the study without making a sound.
James took the pen, his fingers gently running over its surface.
It was only then that he realized the pen had been designed entirely to his tastes.
The pen was a deep navy blue, gleaming with a subtle, translucent sheen under the light. At the tip of the pen, his name was carefully engraved, adding a personal touch.
A flicker of emotion passed through James's eyes, barely noticeable. He pulled out a handkerchief and carefully polished the pen.
