Chapter 11

The meal was perfect. It had been as Jason always felt back in those days when he ate good meals after spending the whole day without food.

His mind wondered who had made the salad. 'Maybe it was Gina' he thought.

But again, he changed his mind and went for ma'am Teresa.

Ma'am Teresa had always been good at cooking. Her cookery didn't only end at American foods. She knew how to make the best of European and African dishes-this made her feel special to him.

As Jason emptied his glass of wine, two maidservants,-the one who had previously sent for him to eat and another-, made away with the plates.

He got up from the chair and strode out of the dining room.

'Well, I've still got time. though not much' he thought as he glanced at his watch.

Jason walked to the biggest and immediate living room of the Armada again. He saw Vlad and Varen, his bodyguards who stood there. They weren't sitting but just standing like statues. Jason wondered whether they ever really got tired standing all day.

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