Chapter 5

“Come on,” John prompted. “Don’t make me call you Jeeves.” The butler surprised John by using his elbow to nudge the door shut. The moment it latched, the butler locked their gazes and lifted his chin. “I don’t agree with this.” He held up his hand, stopping John’s comment when John attempted to reply. “It’s not you. Or your writing, or what you do, or any of the self-deprecating ideas that tend to come to a discriminating mind when it is disagreed with. My reasons are my reasons because of what I know and how I know them, and they are no concern of yours. What is your concern, is that you should not be here. Not now, not ever. Not you. Do yourself a favour, Mr. Liege, and go home. Forget about this project. Forget about Parker Chase altogether.”

John leaned forward, frowning. “I don’t understand…”