The Englishman Jack - Call Me Jack (excerpt)
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‘No no no. Not now.’ Flicking his wrist he gestured his butler to move aside, the mute man carefully doing just that as he returned the proffered note to the inside of his jacket. Nodding solemnly he followed his master down the winding staircase, their feet echoing on the Venetian marble.
‘And get Lorenzo on the phone for me will you? The bastard hasn’t reported and I SWEAR I’ll have his head if he..’
‘He can’t, papa.’ A voice halted him in his tracks, his butler needing to make a slippery stop as his worn soles did little to keep him from sliding over the polished to perfection floor.
‘Hmm?’ The grumpy man turned to the tall, skinny man who had appeared from a door on the floor they had just reached. His facial features much resembled the older man. Though his eyes held the fierceness of his mother.
‘He’s dead, papa. Got the news yesterday. Big mess, big big mess. Got the Chaparis involved as well. The daughter. Ugh. ‘Tis gonna be a hassle to get that cleaned up.’
‘Why do I only hear of thi..?’
*TTRRRINNGGG*
‘GET THAT!’ He barked at the butler, before offering his son a disbelieving glower. ‘..this now? Why do I hear of this now? Am I not the master of this house, hmm?! HMM?!’
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