Chapter 56

            I swallowed my coffee, grimacing at the taste. It had gone cold. And I knotted my silk tie with one hand, finished up the cold coffee, and headed out of the door. A quick glance at my Rolex watch confirmed that with luck and good traffic perhaps, I could make it to the airport to meet Roxanne’s flight and still be at my desk by ten—a very late start for me, but being the boss did have certain privileges.

            There were people who considered my life as one long privilege.

            A son of a Conde, and the only person who doesn’t want to inherit the title that my father was still holding right now. People would say that I am lucky that I was born with a silver spoon. And some people went further, like the actress I had been meant to escort to a premiere the previous n