Knocking on the door, Ripon heard the permission to enter from the other side of the door. He opened the door to see Barret Addington sipping his evening tea with his golden glasses with a gold chain resting on his nose.
"Aah, Ripon. Come in. Have some tea with me."
He took another cup from the tray and poured the hot steaming liquid into it. After Ripon sat on the chair, he placed the cup in front of him.
"Good evening, Mr Chairman!"
"Good evening, Ripon! Have it. This is especially brought from the lands of Ceylon (Sri Lanka) and tastes divine." Barret said while taking a sip.
"So what the mighty O'Dells had to say about the investigation? I hope their hospitability was not short of the expectations." He raised a brow at Ripon while leaning back in his chair.
Ripon's face did not change. It was always serious irrespective of the circumstances. As if it was set in a mould.
"There are some things to discuss, Mr Chairman."
