He walked through the luxurious Sterling Hotel and smiled at every employee therein, stopping to speak with them and re-ensure that they were doing a fine job, trying his best to blend in and be the model boss.

It was hard for Jayant. He was a soldier, not a hotelier.

Although, if Arnold can do it, he thought, dryly.

And so, he continued making his nightly vigil, learning and getting to grips with whom were loyal and those that were not, and trying desperately not to think of the prize he had truly won at Court.