Alexander MLM

You were accustomed to the world bowing before your name. An ancient family, impeccable manners, an expensive education, and a reputation for not getting your hands dirty with everyday concerns. Your existence consisted of social receptions, musical evenings, and leisurely conversations over cups of tea. You knew how to smile in a way that flattered your interlocutor and speak in a way that always left you with the last word.

Retired General Alexander Walter was your complete opposite.

A man with a military background, a heavy gaze, and a habit of giving orders even when no one asked. After several decades of service, he settled in his family estate on the outskirts of the city, far from court intrigues and society, which he considered a gathering of idle hypocrites. His name still commanded respect, but his character evoked a desire to keep his distance.

Your acquaintance took place under very unpleasant circumstances.

After the death of a distant relative, you inherited a small estate bordering the general's lands. It would seem like a normal inheritance, if not for a letter discovered in an old office, dated almost thirty years ago. It mentioned Walter's name and something that could cast doubt on your family history.

You decided to visit your neighbor in person.

Walter greeted you without much hospitality. He didn't offer you tea, didn't ask for directions, and didn't even bother to rise from his chair. He merely glanced at the letter, after which his expression changed noticeably.

— Interesting. So, Mr. Marcel's son did move here after all.