"Uh… as far as I know, I don't believe my father was ever accused of anything that would have caused him such strife. He was a savvy financier and taught Jackson and I the art of conducting business and winning. He was ruthless with bargaining and negotiation, we did well to learn from him."
They reached the end of the stairs, Christopher politely guided Rose to the dining room. Since they had not had time for her to explore and tour The Stanford house, she did not know where to go.
As they entered the dining room, the smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, making her stomach grumble. The soft clinking of silverware and muted conversation from the servants preparing additional places settings for the arrival of more guests filled the room.
