"Good afternoon Sir," was the greeting of all the subordinates he had passed by in the hallway.
Keith ignored them, his mind was preoccupied, seething from the news he had heard. There's a purpose in his stride, that is, to get to the drawing-room fast.
What the hell does his old man want? Why did he call for him in the manor and invited that bitch over?
When the man guarding the door to the drawing-room saw him, he instantly bowed in respect and opened it for him. His men then stood beside the door as he got inside and closed it on his behalf.
His dad, Hideyoshi Nagasaki, sat at the Cleopatra victorian chair, wearing his traditional kimono while drinking tea. He's already 65 but he still looks sharp and intimidating. He's pure Japanese and a descendant of the Takeda Shingen clan, and the founder of NE.