“My apologies. He is called Lord … ?” “Fuks,” Mr. Howard replied hastily. “I beg your pardon?” Fin straightened immediately. Kevin’s mouth tightened into a thin line. “His name is Fuks. Lord Fuks.” The corner of the cook’s mouth twitched as he fought to keep a straight face. “I … I look forward to … meeting with Lord …” Fin breathed heavily with his mouth pressed closed. “Lord … Fuks.”
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