Zechariah looked thoughtful a moment when Darius proclaimed what he thought was confidence in him. Intent when he spoke of surrender to him.

Annoyed when he said he knew not to trust him, but then he smiled anyway.

“You are absolutely right,” Zechariah reassured him.

He was going to relish that time he spat on him the entire time he drafted contracts.

“My firm should have the paperwork ready within a fortnight, Mr. Carrington.”