9 a.m., Hillston Borough, inside a high-class hotel.
Klein picked up a bottle of exquisitely packaged white wine as he handed it over to the elder opposite him.
"Mr. Asnia, thank you for coming. This is a gift of mine. Please accept it.
"At the latest, I'll make my decision by tomorrow. When the time comes, I might come and visit you in person."
He was using such a euphemistic manner to inform the man that he had failed to be selected.
To be frank, he was actually rather pleased with Mr. Asnia. He perfectly met his image of a butler—stern, well-mannered, professional, a high level of mental understanding, and was good at handling all kinds of thorny issues.
As the oldest candidate who lived the furthest away, he had arrived half an hour ahead of time. He had been patiently waiting outside while Rebach and Walter were only fifteen minutes early.
