“I suspected the second request would be too much to ask.” There was a faint, sullen curse, which the Lord did his best to mask a moment too late by clearing his throat. “I’m pleased you are willing to accommodate such requests as you can and not make false promises. I am very grateful for your time. Expect us at Seven PM. Good day.”<br/><br/>He hung up and smoothed thumb and forefinger over his moustache, scowling slightly at the telephone. No, he did not like that method of communication.<br/><br/>“So I can’t pick?” came his charge’s miserable voice.<br/><br/>Jeric cast his gaze at the youth and gave his a darker scowl. “There will be some choice, but we are not giving the man much warning. He runs a business, sire.”<br/><br/>Sibrand rolled his eyes and picked at his clothes. “I know that. I just want the best.”<br/>