CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Reynold followed the chairman down a long hallway lined with imposing oil paintings. He had no idea where they were going or what awaited him once they arrived.

The chairman did not speak or look back even once and silence weighed heavily on Reynold, his mind racing.

Had he made a terrible mistake by speaking up like that? Destroyed any chance of gaining this imposing man's approval?

At last they reached a pair of grand wooden doors. The chairman entered without preamble.

Reynold belatedly noticed a man that paused and stood to the side. He could swear he didn't know someone was following him all along. The man had a piercing cold gaze just like the chairman but wore rectangular framed glassed.

Reynold hesitated a moment, glanced one look at the man before stepping in after the chairman.

Where he entered appeared to be a private study. Bookshelves laden with leatherbound volumes lined the walls. The chairs and desk looked antique and meticulously cared for.

The chairman went to a sm
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