Geraldino fought the urge to hit something while he waited in Crowthorne’s office. It would only worsen his circumstances, and would provide no more than a few seconds relief for his frustration. He’d already messed up enough tonight – talking…

“Boss wants to see you.” Geraldino paused in his task of cleaning the hallway skirting boards and looked up at the messenger boy. “Are you taking over here?” “If you need me to.” “Good.” He stood, straightened his clothing, and…

Eric Grantham looked up from his work at the opening of the study door. “Pardon the interruption, sir,” his senior footman said, “there is a carriage approaching the house. Were you expecting any visitors?” Eric closed his books with the…