<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Henshaw Study<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking to Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“You as well.”</strong>Vic replied as he flipped another page on the book, though he wasn't really reading it.<strong>“You know he has sent for your father, he told you that right?”</strong>Vic wondered if Vivienne had a clue to what Henry had been doing, the meetings that he had been holding.<br/><br/><strong>“I imagine he will be here by the end of the month, if not sooner.”</strong>Vic closed the book, getting up to return it to the bookcase, then grabbed another.<strong>“I have a network being established, I know things.”</strong><br/><br/>Vic returned to the desk, taking a seat. In truth Hank had been heading a committee to fix roads and bridges and lesser government buildings that the throne had ignored. He was actually trying to help the people, but Vic was pretty sure he didn't discuss his business.<strong>“You could always say he drove you to me, wouldn't be totally wrong under the circumstances...”</strong>He looked up from the new book.<strong>“Leave it open, I like the breeze.”  </strong>