In the Fenwick home, Robert stared at the reports he received from the workers he recently employed. He hoped that if he stared long enough, what was written would magically change.
"What madness is this?" Robert asked, furious that his business was not going well. "They are stealing from me."
Robert received reports about men who wanted to do deals with him, suddenly pulling away after he had spent plenty of money to attract them, and workers had become injured, so he had to look for others to employ.
Robert looked at the records of what money he had was quickly drying up. He had gotten a taste of his old life and spent the money on what he missed. This habit was draining him.
"I need to get more," Robert said, beads of sweat starting to drip from his forehead. "I need men to do business with."
Robert immediately thought of Cassius. He had been so kind as to offer him the money, and since Cassius was going to marry Harper, there would be more money to claim.
