10. Just Say Goodbye.

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While he stands in the center of a spacious living room, James scans the integration of wooden, metal and marble furniture. The entirety done in colors that remind him of mocha coffee’s eclectic shade and tone. The wooden floors are glossy, with a hint of tile and granite, forming crown moldings against walls of paneled dado. It was a ballroom by night sometimes, when parties get hosted at Jameson Manor. Its source of light, an exquisitely crafted chandelier that glistens like diamonds.

“You might like this house if you take me up on my offer to give you a tour.” Anton Boleyn walks into the vast living room, dressed in his expensive slacks and loose, tan button-down shirt.

A handsome man that had barely aged after becoming thirty. Blessed with chiseled, dark features, matching that of his equally elegant son who bears a striking resemblance to him.

James lets out a grunt, then says. “It is a delightful