“I’m sorry, Sir, but I am afraid I cannot let you in.”
“What do you mean, ‘cannot let me in’? Since when? You know me. You know...”
“I’m very sorry, Master Zane but I am under strict orders not to let you into the house.”
“Who’s orders? Not Mark’s.”
“No Sir. The orders are from Her Ladyship. I am instructed to have security escort you from the premises if you are... persistent.”
“Her Ladyship?” Zane’s heart plummeted. “Is she here?”
“Indeed she is, Master Zane.” The sour expres