The guard at the gate frowned, but tipped his hat and the front gate slid back.
Blaine nodded at him, not taking offense as he sped up the hill to the minister’s mansion.
If Ariel was really here, the guard must be wondering why they were having so many guests by this time of the night.
As he drove closer to the mansion, he recognized Ariel’s car, parked at the end of the driveway.
“Where is your boss?” He asked, hurrying out of his car with the engine still running.
All the men standing nearby; guards, assistants, chauffeurs, turned back to look at him in surprise.
“Chairman Tucker.” Ariel’s chauffeur stepped forward and bowed. It gave Blaine momentary satisfaction to still be so addressed even after that position had been stolen from him.
He was chairman of nothing now, and he h
