At least he did what I suggested and I never saw him again but that I suspected was because he was providing structural support for a motorway bridge....Whatever, as far as I was concerned, he was gone.In the end I was able to save very little. The people he owed money too were not the kind you concealed things from and I wasn’t that stupid. I managed to persuade a friend to put me up for a couple of weeks but I needed a job quick. At least I hadn’t been declared bankrupt and didn’t owe money to. I reciprocated the smirk and walked into a house that looked a bit different but felt exactly the same to Ananya's. I followed Nava, a bit hypnotized by her tight denim shorts that barely contained her small but fit ass, and realized that she wasn't messing around as she led me directly to a bedroom."So...'Ah-nahn-yahh' told you what's up?" I asked.She faced me, flipping her hair, wafting the scent of spring air. An intoxicating aroma. She looked at me sharply through those trendy hipster. A limo and driver were waiting. Rather than going to Roxbury, we drove to Peabody House on Cambridge Street, which the driver informed me was designed by Charles Bulfinch. Apparently the Otises, the Peabodys and the Rices maintained the historical landmark, using it for private parties and important receptions.The reception was exactly what seven years of Ivy League led me to expect. The buffet was vegan, the bar was home grown and the politics were left of left. A year before I would have been. And Helvard was actually in the pay of the former Jarl, Dengeir, anyway, trying to find some way to support Ulfric.”“Notes?” I asked, with a look of anger on my face.“Ah, yes. For that, I do apologize.” Surgus came up then. “You were so busy dealing with everything that I may have sent the library that belonged to Herecinde to Dawnstar, along with instructions to read everything and find out what could be discovered of their plans and intentions. I simply forgot to tell you.”He continued as if.