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Rosalie watched Mrs Harris and Lord Benedict step out into the sunshine, pondering her reaction to the meeting. She felt sick to her stomach when the lord stood. Something about this pompous man left her uneasy. She’d heard of his arrival with his son, and that he was staying at the Union Club. She needed to know more. A stiff-looking fellow entered the tearoom, and Rosalie put aside her concerns about the lord and his son. Mr Wilson Kent was a dried up, humourless man whom Rosalie preferred to have nothing to do with. He was also an inspector for the Licensing Court. ‘Mr Kent. Good afternoon. Are you here for pleasure or business this afternoon?’ Kent ignored Rosalie as he took in the busy tearoom. He made to move past her and, without paying her any attention, stated, ‘Business. The r