“Guest?” Luke was puzzled. “What sort of guest?”
“One who's full of himself,” Vinson replied with an ambiguous smirk.
Luke remained somewhat mystified until Rayson came knocking.
“Larson Group's Derek Sully has requested to see you, Mr. Nightshire.”
It became apparent to Luke what Vinson meant earlier.
He snorted. “I’ll do as you asked and keep the issue pertaining to the building materials under wraps. Seeing that you've come to Horington, I bet that blasted Trevor must be waiting for us to become desperate enough to go to him begging on all fours.”
Vinson's lips lifted into a smirk. He offered no further comment.
Luke stood up, smiling ear to ear. “Please attend to your visitor while I see to the manpower and logistical matters. It'll all be settled by seventhirty, guaranteed.”
“Good. Rayson, see Mr. Yeager out and have the other gentleman brought in.”
“Understood!” Rayson bowed and cordially showed Luke to the door.
Once outside the office, Luke could no longer contain himself. “A personal question if I may, Rayson.”
“Please ask away,” Rayson assented.
Luke took one glance at the door to the office that had closed back by itself before he asked, “Has someone as young and accomplished as Mr. Nightshire settled down yet? If he hasn’t, I may be acquainted with a couple of outstanding young ladies that I could perhaps assist with connecting him to.” Rayson's smile froze over in place. He coughed before he leaned in. “Mr.
Nightshire is already attached.”
That took Luke by some surprise. “Attached? To a scion from which family, I wonder?”
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