CHAPTER 9

"His name is Denven Marshalls, my new bodyguard-" Mark says introducing him to a french man who was in his late 40's.

"-and, Denven, this our family legal advisor, Atty. Fluer" he says, patting the old man on his shoulder, smiling widely.

"We'll be in my office for a while, you can go ahead and do something of your time" Mark says, pulling Atty. Fluer to where he was going.

They go through an empty hall that had windows with gargoyle angels and stop at the front of an arch door to an office. Entering it, there were floor to ceiling windows. A flower garden of every kind you could imagine was the center view of it. An office table at the center and two armchairs at the front, facing each other.

Mark sat on the main chair and gestured to Atty. Fluer to sit. He reluctantly does so and was handed a folder that had a name tab that read 'Denven Marshalls'. The attorney flips open the folder to find a contract signed and a fee document that Mark had prepared for Denven.

"It's good that