The compound of Blueside Villa was littered with expensive cars. Every single person either ran a corporation or had influence in the government.
They came bearing gifts, and took the opportunity to curry favor with Sherman, smiling and bowing sleazily.
Sherman felt pleased with being surrounded by people who worshipped him.
The feeling of being surrounded by people everywhere he went was magical.
He scanned the scene. “Is everybody here?” he asked Aron.
“No, Mr. Goldstein,” Aron answered. “General Franklin Wilson is not here yet. Same goes for Thomas Dunn and the Smiths.”
“Thomas Dunn is Nathan's lackey,” Sherman said dismissively. “He knows that I'm here for Nathan's blood. I don't expect him to show up. Nathan's in-laws are the Smiths. Sean Smith is aware of what I'm after too, and he's too scared to show up. I don't blame him.”
“But General Wilson has been invited, yet he's not here. Does he not respect my father enough to be present?”
Aron was at a loss for words.
He almost offered to send somebody to resend the invitation, when a soldier entered the room.
“Sir, Mr. Goldstein, this is a guard under General Wilson.” The attendant made introductions. “He has a message for you, Mr. Goldstein.”
Every guest in the room was staring at the guard.
“Why isn't your General here today? What message does he have for me?”
“Mr. Goldstein, General Wilson has ordered me to inform you that as the Chief Military Governor is in town to inspect our troops, he will not be able to attend your banquet today, and begs your forgiveness and understanding.”
Sherman was initially displeased with Franklin's absence, but his eyes widened at the soldier's explanation.
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