“Good evening, Your Grace. What a pleasure to see you here this evening,” a man he recognized as the Earl of Cedaron greeted, his tone deferential yet tinged with excitement. “We almost assumed you were purposely avoiding our gatherings.”
Gabriel acknowledged them with a curt nod. “Gentlemen, what brings you to my corner of the room this evening? I trust it’s more than mere pleasantries.”
Another lord, emboldened by the Duke’s directness, spoke up. “Your Grace, we know your time is precious, so we shall cut to the chase. We have heard of your recent successes in the textile industry, and we believe there may be an opportunity for a mutually beneficial partnership.”
A subtle smirk played on Gabriel’s lips as he considered their bold proposition. “Ah, the textile industry, a realm ripe with potential, indeed. But tell me, My Lords, what exactly do you bring to the table that would entice me to consider such a venture?”
Sensing the challenge in his words, the men exchanged nervous glances before one of them spoke up. “Your Grace, we have access to exclusive trade routes and connections that could greatly benefit your endeavors. Together, we could dominate the market.”
“As you did with the spice market, Lord Cedaron?” He leaned closer with a wicked smile. “Tell me, how many boxes were lost in your ‘exclusive’ trade routes?”
Gasps rippled through the group, and Gabriel couldn’t deny the pleasure that filled him upon seeing the defeat on their faces.
“A pleasure as always, Your Grace.”
He watched them leave, feeling their annoying presence slither away with them.
He sat tall and resolute, his keen eyes scanning the room as he navigated the intricate web of business dealings.
At last, a familiar business partner arrived, and he rose from his seat to shake his hand.
“Ah, Lord Bashwire, a pleasure. I trust our previous discussions have borne fruit.” His voice, smooth and commanding, cut through the din as he immediately dived into negotiations with the man.
The sun began its descent, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets by the time Gabriel had concluded his business affairs in the bustling city.
With a sense of purpose, he made his way back to the estate, his mind still sharp from the day’s negotiations.
Upon his arrival, the front doors of Dunmore House swung open, revealing the opulent interior, bathed in the warm candlelight.
“Welcome back, Your Grace,” the butler greeted with a bow, his voice echoing in the spacious foyer. “Your presence has been sorely missed.”
Gabriel acknowledged him with a nod, his gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings. Just as he removed his coat, he heard a small voice call out behind him.
“Father, you’ve returned earlier than expected. Did your business dealings go smoothly today?”
Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Eliza approaching him with a curious expression. She walked up to him with purposeful steps, but she hesitated slightly as she reached him.
It gladdened him how she had become more at ease in his presence. Gone were the days when she would hide in her room to avoid him.
She greeted him with a warm smile whenever she saw him now and sought him out to spend time with him. Every moment felt like a test, and he could only do his best to make her feel more comfortable around him.
“Good evening, dearest.” He held out his arms with a welcoming smile, his heart soaring as she rushed into the hug.
He held her tight, before releasing her and giving her a warm smile.
“Indeed, Eliza. The negotiations were fruitful, and I am pleased with the outcome. But enough about my business. How did you spend your day?”
Eliza’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she recounted her activities, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “I had a delightful afternoon with Miss Balfour, as always. We talked and engaged in a bit of embroidery! It was a pleasant diversion from our usual routine.” A teasing grin spread across her face. “I think I quite like sewing, Father. I might consider taking up a career as a modiste!”
“All right.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow as he chuckled. “Let’s not make any hasty decisions.”
Eliza giggled as she shared more about her day, and he listened attentively, his interest piqued by her animated storytelling. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, marveling at how open she’d become.
“It warms my heart to hear of your enjoyment, Eliza. Your happiness is of utmost importance to me. You know this, right?”
Eliza’s cheeks flushed as she smiled warmly. “Yes, Father. Thank you.”
Gabriel patted her hand gently. “It’s quite late, you should retire to your room now.” His eyes darted around, and he felt a low thumping in his chest as he asked, “Tell me, where is your tutor? Is she gone already?”
