Ronaldkoh

A Gentleman's Wait By Ronald Koh "He's late, as usual", Harold scoffed. Harold Livingston, middle aged forty eight and dressed in the finest attire that only the wealthiest of English nobility could afford. He sat upright, impatiently tapping his foot to the cobblestone ground. He dug one hand into the breast pocket of his fine and overly sophisticated jacket, and fished out a custom-made monocle. He rested the gallery of his ornate, custom-made Monocle gently on his right cheek and made sure that the lens was at a comfortable distance from his eye. Carefully, from the breast pocket of his vest, he produced a sheet of paper. On it, was the