The Foolish Duke (FOOLS IN LOVE #1) by E.B. Featherston EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: E.B. Featherston
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London, England March 1812
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Another stack of documents was placed with a mighty thud on the desk
before him. Contracts, land holdings, tenants to be looked after, and bills to
be paid following his father’s passing had been consuming so much of
Royce’s time that he had yet to have a spare moment for himself.
“Will there be anything else, my lord? I-I mean, Your Grace?” the man
asked hesitantly.
“Another three of me perhaps, and another five years to sort through
everything,” Royce grumbled, as he raked his hand through his hair and
looked around.
Heaps of papers covered every available space on his desk, not a bit of its
rich mahogany color visible. Except for his chair in front of the fireplace,
everything in the room was covered with thick piles of papers, ledgers, and
various documents. The bookshelves lining the walls were the only things
holding the one thing for which they were meant.
Sighing, Royce pushed himself away from the desk and attempted to
make his way through what should have been his study.
“Mr. Milby?”
“Yes, Your Grace?” Mr. Milby responded quietly. He was a tall, gangly,
and timid man with mousy brown hair and had been sent as a representative
of Tarpley and Thompson—his father’s solicitors.
“I have been at Derrington Chase for the past year since my father passed,
seeing to tenants and the like. I gave ample notice and expected everything
to be in order upon my arrival back in London. Could you please explain to
me why my father’s records are in such disarray? I can barely imagine that
he would have tolerated such carelessness.” Royce tried to imitate his
father’s commanding tone.
“I-I have not the faintest idea, my lord…Y-Your G-Grace.” Mr. Milby
said as he nervously messed with the top hat in his hands.
“Have your employers send you and a few others to come organize this
mess. If done quickly and correctly…perhaps I will not take my business
elsewhere.” Finally reaching the sideboard, Royce poured himself a drink.
“Would you care for a drink, Mr. Milby?”
“Oh, no. Thank you, Your G-Grace. That is, if you have no further need of
me, I have another meeting I must get to.”
“Of course.” Royce nodded. “Deliver my message to your employers. I
will expect to see you within the week, with help, or I will search for
another business that will see the job done correctly.”
Mr. Milby bowed repeatedly as he backed toward the door. Being more
focused on bowing rather than where he was going, he bumped into a
precarious pile of papers and pieces of parchment scattered as the pile fell
to the floor with an echoing thwack.
“I-I do apologize, my lord…I-I mean Your Grace.”
“Leave them,” Royce muttered over the rim of the glass.
“Are you quite sure, Your G-Grace?” Mr. Milby asked hesitantly.
“I said, leave them,” Royce said a little more forcefully.
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