Charles Lancaster chuckled at the silly antics of his best friend Percy. The man was forever telling jokes. He wondered if he wasn’t best suited for the stage. He shook his head at the image of Percy’s father learning of his son’s new career. Viscounts did not work, nor did they even associate with actors. Actresses, however, were another story.
“You’re awfully quiet, Charles,” Percy said.
“My father gave me an ultimatum.”
“You knew it was coming.”
Charles nodded. “Indeed.”
“He wants you to take your rightful place by his side.”
“I have no desire to work at the bank.”