There was a faint hum from the tires of the black luxury sedan that rolled through the entrance gates into the property. The windows were tinted and the car sparkled as it drove under the sunlight from the perfectly polished body. The car stopped on the circular driveway just in front of the main entrance.
“Wait for my return,” Dominic ordered the driver.
He stepped out of the back seat and removed his sunglasses, placing them in the inside pocket of his wool trench coat. When the servant opened the door to greet him, he gazed upward at the building before entering as to take in it’s beauty. It wasn’t uncommon, in fact he often enjoyed the smaller and less noticeable attractions.
“He’s in the dining room sir,” one of the servants mentioned. “We must wait for him to accept your presence.”
“No need,” Dominic replied while tossing his jacket and briefcase to the woman. He had already waited over two minutes. He began walking towards the dining hall when he passed the housekeeper on the verge of tears, he ignored her and continued. The only thing visible in the distance was the back of Shaw himself sitting at the table.
“Master...” he greeted, while briefly tipping his head down as he walked around his side. Dominic never felt the need for a more grand acknowledgement. His great respect for the Black King was beyond expectations.