She never knew when just that he would. So Brenna was not surprised when Mrs. Symnthon found her in the library one Saturday morning to tell her she had a visitor. She doubted it was a coincidence that Hunter was at work that day and she was alone. She composed herself and entered the sitting room where Orson stood by the window. It was a large arc structure that framed the landscape. It now framed him like a portrait of a man of power. He was still a big man, despite the years, with the physical build of a much younger one. “This is a surprise,” Brenna said, taking a seat.He didn’t turn when she entered. He watched a passing robin.“Would you like anything to drink?”He lifted his glass. “I’ve been sufficiently refreshed thank you.” He fell quiet again. He was a man who knew the power of silence and used it well. After a few more moments she stood, determined not to play his game.“Hunter is at work,” he said when she reached the door.“I know.”“He will make an excellent company President one day.”She sat and smoothed out her skirt, knowing his statement didn’t require a reply.He abruptly turned.
