From my study window on the estate's upper floor, I watched Arthur Nightingale wave goodbye to my daughter, a satisfied smile playing across his features as he climbed into his car. The young man's posture spoke of successful negotiations, and the warmth in his expression as he looked at Rose filled me with a complicated mixture of paternal protectiveness and professional respect.
'So the deal went through,' I thought, watching as his car began its descent down the road. 'Vakrt Corporation is now officially under the Ouroboros guild.'
