On the surface, the entire theater world had to maintain a facade of camaraderie, united in their resistance against the market impact of the Shadow of Evil.
"Rest assured," the secretary replied.
They were well-practiced in this sort of business. This was how they had ruined and annexed many small theater troupes.
Sir Turt tucked his pocket watch into his vest, donned a tall top hat, and fastened his intricate cravat. Gazing into the mirror, he felt he looked elegant and distinguished.
From a row of canes, he selected a simple, pure black one, unadorned by any gemstones.
A connoisseur, however, would recognize the wood of the cane as exceedingly valuable.
The very definition of understated luxury.
Sir Turt had always cultivated this image in the theater world. Everyone knew he was a "low-key" man.
It was, in its own way, a rather unique kind of "low-key."
