Chapter 3After another disturbed night, Martin walked to work early while the morning still held a touch of coolness. Thankfully, his co-workers were absent, perhaps sleeping off some near-dawn merrymaking, so he had the office to himself. As he worked his way through the mundane papers on his desk, he tried to make sense of the events of the evening before.
In coming face to face with his seducer, or rather The Hon. William Grant, as he must now call him, fantasy had hit reality with unnerving impact. Whether it was the stale air in the stuffy cubbyhole, lack of sleep, or shame at his impulsive unwariness, Martin gradually made up his mind that he disapproved of young Grant.
Men like themselves, at least those who were not so influential as to be above the law, tended to lead a parallel
