"What will happen to the guard?" Mason asked his father while they waited for Gianna's people to arrive.
They were seated on the plush sofas in the large living room of the Becketts' mansion.
Noah and Gianna occupied a two-seater sofa, their hands tangled together, fingers interlaced tightly—as if they were offering comfort to each other, or perhaps bracing together for what was coming.
"He should have been sacked already. Arthur?" Isaac spoke for the first time since hearing the news, since he had been requested from his quarters.
He sat alone on a solitary sofa, positioned in a way that seemed to govern the room. It overlooked the others, set slightly apart, its placement deliberate. The remaining seats fell ahead of it, subtly reinforcing its dominance.
The chair itself looked regal, almost kingly, and Gianna knew it had been made specially for the patriarch—a man she believed loved power more than anything else, loved money only because it birthed power.
