The words of his secretary had filled Dion's mind all day. His accounts had reached the red level. Either he had to cut on his expenses or he had to auction a few of his things.
Selling one property would be enough for a year. But this would be the start. What about next year or next? His men needed money and as their master, he was obliged to pay them. That strangled sound haunted Simon when the woman was chatting with her dirt stained friend as if everything was colorful in this world.
He had to win her. Win her to secure the wealth and the flow of money. His aide had advised him again. Be kind to the woman. Assure her that you like him. It was only wealth that attracted you to her. He could not understand why that was needed. It was a simple transaction of give and take.