C58 Mark's POV

The butler strolled towards me wearing a long face. His hair slicked back and his mustache thick and curvy. I took the wine from his tray and sipped it.

“Where is my father?”. I asked taking another sip from the glass.

“He left for an important meeting this morning”. He cleared his throat and looked around careful not to draw any attention to himself. “He took the jet sir”