I left the dining room and headed to my office. Vidam was already there buried in the laptop. He stood up when I walked in. “Greetings, my Lord. I hope you slept well.”

“I did,” I responded. “What are you so busy doing?” 

“As instructed, I am transferring money to the New York accounts, my Lord,” Vidam informed me. 

“Great,” I nodded. ...