Chapter fourteen

The taxi stopped at the old railway on lane street, and Rome got out of the car. Then he waited for the driver to drive off before he approached the black Land Rover Defender and got in.

“Good morning, young master.” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at Rome from the front seat.

“Morning,” Rome absentmindedly replied because his entire thought was on getting Catherine those accounts and figuring out a way to go about it.

The driver drove off, and a few minutes later, they made a stop at “Entourage Men Wear,” and Mr. Orlando and Rome headed into the building.

The clerk rushed over to them and slightly bowed. Then he raised his head and said, “Your father had already made a call to us. Your outfit is in the VIP room. Please follow me, sir.”

“This is Jerry. He has been responsible for master wearing for a long time, including yours, when you were little.” Mr. Orlando said, staring at Rome.

“I can remember.” He replied, smiling at Jerry.

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