Chapter 34 The Knox
The Knox
The society has hired a replacement for Tara: Taylor.
Rose appears to have taken a shine to her, so I suppose she’s fine.
Too commonplace for my standards, of course, but aren’t they all.
She wears those recycled garments I can spot a room away.
And oh dear, there was that wretched fake Rolex she wore to the interview—a tragic misstep.
Mercifully, she had the good sense to ditch it.
The most interesting thing about Taylor, if one must choose something, is her accent. It’s an unusual one, much less polished than the typical Southern lady or gentleman who enters through my esteemed doors.
Yes…I’ve been watching Taylor closely, as I’m utterly bored. With the members away on their annual retreat, there’s precious little to occupy me.
I have been thinking for decades now that they ought to hold the retreat here, like they do the Initiation, instead of at the Mansion.
Certainly the Mansion cannot possibly rival my own surroundings, steeped as they are in grandeur and millions of dollars of artwork (not to mention the crème de la crème of paintings in Graham’s private chambers).
I do hope our standards are not beginning to slip.
I must admit that I’m a bit mystified as to why Taylor was hired in the first place, when she didn’t even pass the geomancy test. I observed the ensuing procedure, and the figures generated by her footprint bore little resemblance to the shield that was ultimately filed in the Knox’s Book of Outsiders.
Someone must want her here.