Richard de Stone invited me to his private party.
As soon as I mentally repeated this once more, a new wave of doubt rose within me.
To be honest, I did not know what to think.
Was it an honor? Undoubtedly.
As he himself had said, the event would be closed — only for those closest to him. No official pomp, no court, no prying eyes. Only a narrow circle.
And if I had suddenly found myself among those who received such an invitation…
Could I allow myself to refuse?
From the point of view of common sense — no.
Ah. Most likely, that was indeed the case.
I took a deep breath, leaning back in the chair in my study. Night had long since fallen outside the windows. The soft light of the lamp lay over the papers neatly arranged on the desk and over the very envelope that I had not yet put away in a drawer.
After I managed to settle the problem with the mine in the south, our life had finally returned to its former calm. There were no more urgent reports or alarming statements.
