The Bed You Make
Chapter 9, conclusion
“…You have two hours in which to gather your belongings.”
A Cassadine jet was being readied to return the two men to Greece. They were in America on provisional work visas arranged by their employer. Stefan's dismissal of them from Cassadine employ meant that they could no longer remain in the United States.
“We meant no disrespect,” the younger guard pleaded desperately. He'd had an entire night to realize what his loose tongue would cost him. The two men would go home to the stigma of being fired from what many of their kinsmen would consider an ideal situation. A position with the Cassadines not only paid handsomely, but was prestigious as well. A job with the Cassadines was usually a lifetime appointment that meant the employee's family would always be provided for.
One look at Stefan Cassadine's stony visage cemented the older guard's overnight decision to simply accept his fate where Cassadine employment was concerned. The most he could hope for was that Stefan would not decide to demonstrate the sphere of his influence and make things difficult for either man to find respectable employment throughout Europe. “My apologies, Master Stefan.” The guard stoically rose and nodded in Nikolas direction. He would maintain his dignity.
As soon as the two men were escorted from the room Nikolas and Stefan erased the matter from their minds. There were always a million details about the Cassadine ‘empire' to deal with; far too many to allow for any dwelling upon decisions already made.
“Will you tell Dara about this situation?”
Stefan removed his glasses and studied Nikolas. “I see no reason to,” he replied.
Nikolas nodded. “I agree. Will she be joining us for breakfast?”
“Dara may choose a late breakfast. She had a somewhat restless night.” Unbidden, the hint of a smile quirked the corner of Stefan's mouth. Almost immediately, it disappeared. But not before it was spied by Nikolas.
Suddenly Nikolas was filled with questions about his uncle's honeymoon night. They were questions the young man was too discreet to ask and he knew that his uncle was too reserved to answer.
