Robert stood by the staircase in his usual tweed jacket.

He held a small glass of water and swirled the ice around without drinking it.

“You were up late,” Robert murmured.

“I was reading the internal chat logs,” I said.

“Aaron is telling the executives I’m crazy.”

“He has been blocking my calls for three weeks,” Robert murmured.

“A man who ignores the family estate manager is a man getting ready to run.

He fired the landscapers yesterday without telling me.”