Arrogance is my lord’s birth right.

No one had the presence of mind to register the apparition that appeared and reported “Master, we have lost close to 50 million with the loss of these two fields.”

They yelled collectively with anxiety written all over their faces “Hurry… hurry… bring him in.”

The steward of the place along with a few guards scrambled to Chris and his men in.

“Night Lord, our master welcomes you.” The Steward bowed low as he invited with a fawning smile.

“Do I look like I need to be welcomed?” Chris laughed arrogantly as he marched majestically with his men into the inner hall. He was right and he had the clout, he didn’t need an invitation. He could blast his way in. He had just proved that to the clowns inside by arriving at their front door despite all the guards and contraptions they had set up.

“Welcome…. Welcome…. Night Lord….” The man who looked like the leader of the group, the one who was previously sitting in the center at the breakfast table stood up with an exaggerated friendly smile as he