Chapter 16
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Updated : Jan 15th, 2021
"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...
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