Henry wanted to pull his hair out, the damned board members who kept stopping his every move. He was ready to unwind with an old French cinema in his genre of choice. He had thrown off his tie and blazer to one of the serving men when he heard them. He heard a woman's voice with soft tinkling laughter--Nadia? Had she come back from her trip so soon and come to see him. His heart caught him his throat as he walked faster into his sanctuary.
The servant opened the door for him and to his horror he didn't find the woman of his dreams, but his irritable brother-in-law trying very clumsily to make a move on an older woman whose face was flushed with drunkness. He felt his face grow hot that people were invading on his personal space. Henry wanted to immediately pounce into action, but he remember that this was the sister of his bride so he began to retreat. Nolan could be a pain in his side, but Michael could deal with him. The boy was just a child, after all.
