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Stiles Osborne
I stood at the balcony of Mr Manchester’s mansion. The old man was fit to walk and had called for a drink with me at his balcony.
“Is that safe?” I asked as he gulped a serious amount of whiskey into his system.
“Nothing is safe but we try to be safe in our own way. Besides, I’m an old man and should be allowed to do whatever I please,” he grumbled out.
I smiled, raising my glass to him.
“Let’s cheers to that then,” I replied.
This seemed to please Mr Manchester as his eyes sparkled while ge took another sip of his drink.
“So Stiles, tell me. What do you really see in my daughter?” He asked, the air now serious.
Emily had warned me before hand on the type of man he was and I knew him to an extent myself. I knew that Mr Manchester, despite knowing for years was s
