A Guest
“Understood!” replied Derek. “Shall I make a courtesy call to Mr. Nightshire and have some gifts sent
along so that he may be able to ease his own dignity?”
“Of course! The gift is a must!” Trevor smacked hard on the table in approval. “It’s imperative for him to
be able to save face because he’s that kind of character. Allowing him to bow out in grace is akin to
facilitating a step up for us, so good suggestion on your part. However, I can’t be the one doing the
gifting myself, or that’ll be quite embarrassing for me!”
“Yes! Yes! Certainly!” Derek nodded heartily. “I’ll go take care of it, but what should we offer him?”
That did stump Trevor and got him thinking.
He did not have any more money to spare, but it was not as though Vinson would be receptive to
accepting any from him either.
After some deliberation, Trevor said, “Prep the car. I’m going to make a trip home.”
“Understood.”
Half an hour later, the car rolled to a halt outside the Larson residence.
Ever since Trevor and Cecilia’s parents perished in a plane crash en route to a leisurely trip during the
siblings’ formative years, the house was left with just the two of them.
While Trevor stood at the entryway, he sighed at the thought of how challenging it had been for Cecilia
before he strode through those doors.
This was the first time he had reentered the house after that last huge bust-up they had, and the
housekeeper came up quickly to greet him.
“Mr. Larson.”
Trevor acknowledged her with a slight nod. He surveyed the entirety of the living room but did not see
Cecilia there.
“Where is she?” Trevor asked.
“Mrs. Greene’s resting upstairs.”
“Resting? At this time of the day?”
Word of the overpowering scent that constantly emanated from Cecilia’s room had been going around
among the housekeepers.
“Shall I go fetch her?” the housekeeper asked with apprehension.
Trevor shook his head. “There’s no need to. I’m just here to pick up a few things. I’ll be coming back
later tonight, so ask her to wait up and tell her that I’d like for us to have a proper chat.”
“Understood.”
Trevor nodded and went on to the study, where he retrieved the prized antique vase that he had held in
storage for a very long time.
Apart from the estate itself, this vase is the singularly most valuable item in our possession. Though not
exactly the rarest of rarities in any sense, it should still be something that would catch the eye of
someone like Vinson.
Trevor carefully packaged the vase himself before he returned to the car and passed it along to Derek.
“Go place this in Vinson’s hands right away. Remember that there isn’t a need to explain too much.
Vinson will get the message.”
“Understood!” the assistant responded in the affirmative and rode another car quickly toward Nightshire
Group’s branch office in Horington.
Inside the branch office of Nightshire Group, Vinson was sitting across from Luke while the latter
furnished him with updates on the progress of a project.
“The foundations have been laid and I’ve already placed all hands on deck for this project. Currently,
we’re just awaiting the arrival of those building materials from Epea to begin construction. Once we
kickstart the process, it should take an estimated three months to complete.”
Vinson nodded agreeably. “Being able to fast-track a roughly five-month project to within three months’
time is quite impressive. Good work.”
“Nah, it’s nothing.” Luke waved him off. “Do you know when we might expect the materials to arrive?”
“Today.”
Luke perked up. “Today?”
“Yes.” Vinson nodded. “I’m here specifically to inspect and sign off on this shipment personally. Around
eight tonight, the ship will be due to arrive at Horington First Wharf. I need you to prepare ahead of time
as the transportation of this amount of materials will be extremely challenging, considering that I don’t
have enough people here in Horington.”
“I’ve nothing else save manpower. Rest assured that I’ll have them over at the First Wharf by seven-
thirty. We’ll see you there.”
“Excellent.” Vinson stood on his feet. “You should go on ahead with your preparations. I’m still
expecting a guest.”
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