Chapter Sixteen

"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 that need, sometimes that's a desperate wish to be important. It's essential to create something that stays. I believe you agree?"

"I do, yes."

"Unlike women, men don't create human beings. That's why we create something else. Stability." 

Tennyson pushed away from the t