Dragging my feet through the marbled foyer, running my hand along the cold stone walls, where numerous pictures of past members of Vincent’s family hung. The butler leading me forward suddenly stopping outside of his master’s office. Knocking impatiently waiting for the invitation to come in from the loud boisterous voice from the other side.
“Come in.” Came Vincent’s raspy baritone voice.
Watching as the butler pushed open the heavy solid oak double doors, revealing the immaculate office. The black curtains drawn to the side letting what little light it could shimmer through. The beige carpeted area rug placed squarely in the center of the floor, so the heavy mahogany desk didn’t scratch the pearl white travertine tiles below. Along the red walls hung family portraits of Vincent, his wi
