After her successful but draining series of meetings with the Ellington advisors, Augusta sat in her husband's imposing chair in his study, looking at her own copy of the list of the establishment's advisors and investors. Mr. Prescott stood by her side, ready to answer her questions.
"Tell me about this one," she said, her finger tapping on a single, unfamiliar name. "Lord Carlisle Austen."
Prescott cleared his throat. "I have done my research, Baroness," he started. "The name itself seems to be a ghost. There is no Lord Carlisle Austen in the official peerage. However, I have found someone who is connected to the surname 'Austen'. A Lady Isla Austen." He paused. "It might be an anonymous person," Prescott continued carefully, "maybe her father or male relatives held a significant number of shares in Ellington Textiles. It is possible he gave her his shares as a gift or left them to her in his will. I might be wrong, of course, but the connection is strong."
