If a person unexpectedly and quickly moves their hand towards another’s face, even in a gesture of affection, the object of the movement will instinctively pull away. The level of silent communication that existed between Treeves and Time was similar to such a natural reaction.
Elio, the prince’s chief of security, remained close to his employer’s right elbow. His gaze buzzed like a fly over everyone within twenty feet. Treeves was on the prince’s left and didn’t appear to be overly interested in anyone or anything.
The prince’s entourage calmly approached Charles Lang, the senior partner responsible for the most important decisions regarding the firm’s direction. He waited patiently near the entrance to his luxurious office with a welcoming expression.
Lang did not feel it was wise or necessary to be obsequious. Although he was hosting royalty, he felt just as powerful in his own kingdom. Surrounding Lang, in ten slightly less-imposing workspaces, five on either side of his office, his attorneys were converting words of specificity into piles of money.
Lang’s partner, Carlin Ellsworth, had died four years earlier. However his distinguished career warranted keeping his name on the door. Their partnership agreement kept Ellsworth’s daughter, Beth, impatiently waiting to be made a full partner. She occupied the office directly to Lang’s right.
Lang’s political connections, forged over many years, made him invaluable to those who needed the services of an attorney who could navigate the details of an international trade agreement that required an intricate blend of corporate cooperation and government approval.
In addition to someone with Lang’s experience, it was equally essential to employ the services of a Corporate Diplomatic Liaison. A CDL was tasked with impartially smoothing over rough patches that inevitably arose during complicated negotiations.