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 we do is a result of...