Chapter:-33

Sam looked up from his desk, in the office of his club, when the telltale signs of an incoming message snagged his attention. He was in the middle of writing a e-mail to his team, informing them in no uncertain terms that he would be paying no more than 30 cannel per barrel as opposed to their 'suggestion' of 40 and was ignoring the impatient tutting sounds of his junior, waiting on his reply, was making. He dismissed his junior before taking envelope taking out to his desk. He snatched pen from penholder before writing on his desk and set the entire place ablaze.

He stared down at the heavy parchment envelope in his hand, feeling the quality of it beneath the pads of his fingers. Two things about it immediately caught his attention, the handwriting, a beautiful flowing script that he didn't recognise and the scent that clung to the paper. He could smell the usual faint burnt paper scent but underneath there was something else, a faint scent that l