So that’s him, is it? Robin thinks, looking with narrowed eyes at his colleague’s sponsor, as his hands involuntarily curl into fists and his chest tightens. And seeming mighty pleased with himself I’d say. Mister Sampson Moore himself...

Almost as if he had spoken the words aloud, Sampson turns his head and his gaze locks onto Robin. He gives a curt nod and looks away, dismissing his cousin’ s colleague from his mind almost instantly.