Chapter 86: 86- The Regal Rat

Ronald was inside the white limousine. His get up was majestic wearing a rented costly suit. But he was shaking within. Because of the fear of failure. He thought: Much ado about nothing. Wasted so much money, time and energy; but found nothing substantial yet. Who knows I will get anything from the king also? Hoping is a childish thing, it seems me these days; and pessimism seems the correct thing. Should I ask Samson to turn back? What's the need of all these dramas? To the utmost the king will say, 'Yes, I knew Andrew. But I am not in contact with him for last two decades. Will you excuse me if you have no other work than just asking about some random friend of mine?'