Xavier’s POVI drove to the estate with my phone on silent.Messages still flooded in from numbers I recognized and some I didn’t. Board members, PR contacts, two of my distant cousins who had never once initiated contact with me in the previous five years had suddenly found their voice this morning. My legal team sent three updates about the metadata search, each one saying the same words in different technical language.I didn’t read any of them.The estate gates had two cars parked outside when my car drew nearer, cars that didn’t belong there, meaning it was for reporters just as I presumed. The security guard waved me through without maintaining eye contact.I drove in slowly.Margaret met me at the door.“He’s in the study,” she said, before I could ask.“Has he eaten?” I asked before making my down to the study.“He had tea,” she replied, her tone announced that she had complained also that tea was no substitute for breakfast and probably got ignored.“I’ll talk to him,” I s
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