A ruthless corporate strategist wakes up in a mud-filled trench during the Crimean War, inside the disgraced body of Captain Alistair Peregrine Finchley.
Branded a coward. Hated by London. Assets frozen. Empire wants him hanged.
Finchley wants tea.
Now stuck in an alternate Victorian Britain era with only a sarcastic, old-fashioned “Gentleman’s Ledger” and his battlefield instincts, Finchley sets one goal,
Retire in peace. Preferably rich. Definitely far away from cannon fire.
But peace is expensive. And the empire is on sale.
So he does what any disgraced noble with a modern MBA and a sniper with math-based hearing would do...
turn a slum pawnshop into an intelligence network, and recruits a squad of misfits.
While they do the dirty work, Finchley delegates, invests, and drinks tea.
But retirement isn't so easy to outsource, especially when the gentleman ledger he carries mysteries of its own.
And the Empire?
It’s about to go on the market.
"War? No, thank you. I’m building a pension."