It was already getting dark as Ulysses Bourbon drove back to his new house; it was just outside of the small village of Lower Boulding, which is set deep in the English countryside. He was using this house more and more as his financial base, and his plush office in the City of London was now just an expensive accessory.
He didn`t notice the silver Ford Focus following his every turn as he wound his way back to his new home, a home which used to be the local manor house of the district. Unfortunately a new and very different sort of squire of the county lived there now, one that a wise man would steer very clear of; if he wished to avoid harm coming to him and his family.
He had phoned ahead to ensure that the main gate would be open when he arrived at the estate, and so now he was able to drive straight through the open gate and along a long track to finally park his expensive Mercedes in front of the Georgian building that was home to him and his young daughter Moira. His wife had met a mysterious death soon after the birth of his daughter, and he had employed a nanny to look after the day-to-day needs of his child. Parked beside his luxury car were three other top of the range vehicles, his houseguests had already begun to arrive. Bourbon was met by his servant, a giant of a man, Guy Rochelle.
“Everything has been made ready for the Autumn Equinox celebrations, Sir, and all as per your instructions. Your guests are already beginning to arrive, Sinjan Smythe is in his room, Josef Steiner is enjoying your library and Bernard Peron is sitting in the back garden.” Rochelle said as soon as his master had got out of his luxury car.
“Thank you Guy, our final guests should be here within the hour, when everyone is assembled we shall have dinner and then move to the glade and begin our celebrations, hopefully they will prove a success.” He said to Rochelle with a satisfied smile upon his handsome, almost classical face.