Courtney Jones woke up to a resounding headache. She had not gone home for a long time and was only back for a week. She had been out all night and could barely recall how she had returned. She looked up at the clock by the side of the bead to find that it was almost afternoon.

There was a knock on her door that tore through her already pounding skull, making her wince in pain.

“Who is it?” she asked. It was a maid.

“Your father has asked you to his study, Miss,” ...