"Great matchmaking, thanks," he glared, not inviting his wife to sit. Candice invited herself, sank into Lloyd's corporate sofa, maroon leather with padded seats. The caca sofa, as she and Sara called it.
Herring was restless. He was expected in Denmark. He was taking over the company, stepping into the shoes of the great, late Harald Magnus Herring. His stupid father Harald, who had plunged off the Langelinie pier and drowned in the gloomy Oresund sea.