a white bow tie greeted him. He was most likely the manager of the Household Servants. "Pleased to meet you, Sir. I'm Oliver Abram- Lord Tennyson

tion to be hired for work in the hous

ey were of much lower quality than the ones even the cleaning st

r wants to talk to valets personally. I will assume you're only going to get briefly a

s they were walking up the big stairs

ated oak tables in the lounge were covered with souvenirs, golden statues, and small figures made of ebony and ivory with gold. Oliver could sell a single piece of those

d don't do anything inappropriate. This is probably the first and last time you'll speak to the Lord directly, so don't embarrass yourself. And me, resp

Sir. C

his silver pocket watch "

lling than Olived had first thought.

son. He's here for the po

a man of the age of around fifty,

the overall dark attire. He was impeccable, even dressed for his home. The man turned slowly and smiled. He was tall, but not as tall as Oliver; although - not many men were as tall as he was, he r

lord. Once Thomas had left the room, Lord Tennyson pulled out a cigarette from a tabaquera with the family crest made of gold on it. Oliver had noticed the symbol on the front gate and on a few more places - red, g

the rich could afford. He almost regretted not accepting one. The lor

y good friend of mine, and I can honestly say this

s,

used it, besides the older lord didn't take a step towards his seat either. Tennyson was w

me of power and influence. It was like

ter word to describe him. The Lord's deep voice traveled the room. "M

Lord Te

nnot pick up his entire household when traveling to China. Although I'm a very good employer and insist on the goodwill of the people working

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know my polit

am wel

always been part o

in July and as a minister, Tennyson was now trying to establis

e more money one had, the more they wanted, Oliver though

wn seemed to be trying for a different establishment in the distribution of seats. "Then you must also know I have a son who..." The Lord gestured vaguely and

have to. Not on my account, especially considering

ght be doing in his spare time, it provides for...God, I hate this word, only women should use it. " He rubbed his temples. "It provides for gossip. I'm afraid no d

y could probably afford one of those birds, though. "I don't know what he does in detail, or why. " The lord was saying. "I d

he task to someone else from the household, " his employer continued, " because my son knows who my trusted people are. It also can't be anyone from outs

s,

do it. " Lord Tennyson's blue eyes had a threatening glimmer and held Olivers' warm hazel ones for a second. For the first t

expect you to be successful. I don't forgive failure. Eve

are both on the same page. I very much respect discretion.

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you, he can be very cha