DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
Again, the man who whispered to him as I entered the room began another series of silent discussions with him, and I waited for them to finish. A minute later, they were done.
"And what is this business proposal of yours, young Blackwood?"
I rose and cleared my throat. I wanted to convince him.
"I love my father, Victor Blackwood," I began and saw the old man before me raise his eyebrows. Still, I was not done.
"He is dear to me and has taught me everything I now know. He has raised me to be a man, and I want to do him a favour back. He is growing old and fails to see how many opportunities our locale, Vieuti, carries. I can see them, however, and I want to use all of them."
"What do you mean?"
"Vieuti is a place that has been home to the Blackwoods for years. We
