I should have just given up trying to sleep after the last person visited Greer.
Who is it this time? Four jugglers? A Parisian model?
Another limo.
Except this one is different.
It’s not hired. This person is actually rich.
The man who steps out wants the world to know how much money he has, starting with the diamond-crusted watch he’s wearing, and the matching cufflinks.
Those had to set him back a pretty penny.
Why do I even care?
Except there’s something different about him.
I sit up and zoom in.
That guy is angry. The deep-down kind of angry that drives a man to do stupid things.
Rage.
Disgust.
Yet, there are flowers in his hand. Lovely but showy flowers…they’re another statement piece. Like look at me, see how rich I am.
Greer wears her wealth, but it’s more like it’s just a part of who she is versus a public statement.
I don’t like this guy.
Not at all.
He calmly walks to Greer’s door and knocks, but his foot starts tapping as he waits for it to open.
Unlike every other time where she opened the door immediately, this guy is still waiting.
Was she expecting him? I throw the blankets off and step closer to the television.
The door opens.
Greer’s mouth drops open. She stands there staring at him.
Is he talking? He must be. I need a better angle, but there isn’t one. The only way I could see his face is if a camera was mounted near her doorframe.
She starts yelling at him.
This guy definitely wasn’t invited.
He steps forward, encroaching on her space, and that’s when I move.
Go Away!
Greer
The vendors' bids each came in slightly under what I expected, even with the travel, because the event didn’t need to cater to snooty rich people.
Everything is set that way, and all the bills are getting sent directly to Rothswyler. I just need to take care of a few things in town to make sure the local vendors profit from this event.
