Waiting seemed like an eternity, but deep down he knew who he was dealing with and that's why he needed to understand his position there. Thomas was just a tiny speck in a place like that and he was slowly accepting it, deep down for him the nobility was the greatest machine that the vanity of men invented. But somehow over the years he had to learn to respect his social position because before he became Anthony Dwyer's successor, he was only the son of the beautiful Margaret Dutton, a singer that everyone had their heart set on.

It was with her that Anthony realized that there were various forms of respect and that he should understand his own place, his eyes that had previously admired the beautiful structure of the place turned to the figure that approached, stunning and dressed strictly even at that time of day.

"Madame!" He said with his American accent accentuating the word, the bow he made was simple and subtle but showed that again....He respected the position that he was in the moment.

"Forgive me for taking your time deliberately, I believe you are a busy woman." He was still bowing but adjusted his posture keeping it upright. "I have come on behalf of the Dwyer Trading Company, as I could ascertain you were very close to my father, and as I am carrying on with his business." Thomas was willing to uphold the old man's legacy and try to erase his father's old bohemian reputation, but deep down he knew that Anthony was respected when it came to business and the Dwyer heir still had a long way to go.

"I decided to make those visits to his associates. I want to keep the brotherhood they had with my father strengthened and especially to show that I am willing to keep everything as it always was."