Cerillo's throat bobbed in mild tension. His finger gently brushed it, the corner of his mouth curling up involuntarily.
The photo was obviously taken surreptitiously, but from a certain angle, it held a peculiar aesthetic appeal.
Duncan walked in and saw Cerillo looking at the photo without any visible signs of disgust.
It appeared that this action had proven to be right. Duncan was lost in thought.
He knocked on the door. "Miss Brisman will be going to certify her inheritance of Master Brisman's shares tomorrow. We've already sent blessings and congratulations to the Brisman Group according to your instructions and have also placed orders for the next five years. Is there any other congratulatory gift we need to prepare?"
Cerillo put down the photo.
"What do you think?"
