Charles Steele looked out through the blinds of his office, watching as his small but dedicated crew worked diligently. He returned to his desk and surveyed the collection of files in front of him, frowning slightly as he tried to decide which one to open first. He paused and sat back, relaxing into the seat as he looked up at the ceiling. The office was bright and uncluttered, modern but with character; a minimalist design that still spoke of wealth and success. This was fortune without fame and yet still it was not enough.
A natural in business, he had accumulated a vast wealth whilst seeming to have no specific expertise. Indeed, no pattern or interest could be discerned. It was his eye and his judgement that mattered. He could see those with talents, and he utilised them to his advant
