Daphne stood awkwardly in the middle of Richard's study, her eyes darting around the room.
She felt like a schoolgirl facing the music with the dean and it momentarily brought back memories from her days in Mrs. Hauet's private school. Right now, however, her task was far from pleasant reminiscing. She needed to examine Richard's office as much as possible while she was still there.
The walls were lined with shelves filled with leather-bound books and various trinkets that looked both expensive and old. A large, mahogany desk dominated the space, covered in stacks of documents and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Richard sat behind it, nursing a glass of the amber liquid while his eyes remained firmly fixed on the papers in front of him.
'I have only seen his pictures next to Mrs. Ashford but he doesn't look half as good in person. I must admit, I am glad Mrs. Ashford is now with a better-looking man.'
