*Ace*
Sitting behind my desk, I read the letter that had arrived from my man of affairs this morning.
‘Through a series of mishaps, including storms and damaged cargo, your father is struggling to remain afloat. Pun intended. Hoping to recoup his losses quickly, he has decided to branch out into horse racing and has made an offer on a gelding named Storm Chaser Appropriate, yes? Please advise.’
I scoff. Just like my sire to seek a quick, and what I assume would be an easy solution to a complicated matter. Wealth seldom arrives on the whim of a wager. Neither does vengeance.
Years ago, at the age of nineteen, when I first began accumulating the funds that freed me from my father's hold over me, I started plotting the scapegrace's demise. I set out to thwart the old man's dreams and happ
