"Darling, someone wants to relay something to you. Should I let them in?" his secretary's voice talking through the intercom reverberated all over his office. He was sipping his morning coffee made with love, of course, by his secretary.
"Let them in," he answered, putting down his coffee softly and leaning on his chair's backrest. The door opened, revealing his two trusted people bearing probably the exciting information that he had been waiting for. Of course, it was about none other than, Harvey Clarke.
Everything about Harvey had caught him interested upon learning that this man that he was keeping was one possible people being suspected of being the lost son of Harold. He had asked people to keep an eye on him. From what he could see, he was acting suspicious, too much for his likin
