Chapter 16

"The man's need to be outstanding is fundamental, Mr. Abram."

 Lord Tennyson was saying, pouring himself a cognac. 

"Please, have a seat." 

He pointed and Oliver took the chair opposite the desk.

"A drink?" 

"No, thank you, Sir."

It was a little after eleven.

The lord came forward and leaned against the side of the desk, crossing his feet at the ankles. He took a sip and placed the expensive crystal at an arm's reach, before continuing.

 "Everything...