charles b’stard

“Here’s the thing. I’ve been been visited by the police.” Charles said.

“Oh really? I do hope everything is quite alright?” The agent who was meant to be selling the family pile smiled back at him.

“Oh yes fine, nothing to do with me really, something to do with my father. Thing is, I’ve been thinking about it a bit and I’m at a loss as to why this has happened now?”

Charles had been planning this for a week. He paused and locked eyes with the man across the desk, who was just about intelligent enough to realise that something was happening, but not quite intelligent enough to realise what that was.

“Yes, you see it relates, I’m sure, quite coincidentally, to the story I told you the other week. Now, I am sure that an employee of an illustrious firm such as this one, responsible for looking after the top families in the empire, wouldn’t possibly betray client confidence in a manner such as this?” Charles paused, inwardly smiling at the small bead of perspiration and pained frown on the forehead opposite.

He continued. “Shall we talk about your commission? I feel it is a little high currently.”

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