"When you said that I could own the Velvet Curtain Theatre, what did you mean..."
As Adal sat across the table, trying not to look down at the woman's giant breasts, he watched Penelope and Juliette glance at him from the corners of their eyes.
They knew to mind their business, and not get involved in Adal's affairs, they could not help but be curious.
Adal leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms.
"It's simpler than you think, Colette. You have not yet given your husband a child, and therefore, once he dies, his properties go to you."
His quietly spoken words made Colette jump.
"Dies?!"
"Oh Mrs Banker, let's not be silly. You and I both know that if there is any man who deserves death, it is him. Especially after everything he has done."
The words were calculated.
