So I just got hired by a shady lawyer with a clip-on tie…
To coach the new Duke of Dorshire!
Sounds great, I say. How old is the young orphaned Duke? Eight? Ten? Twelve?
He's thirty-seven, says the sketchy lawyer. Also, he's American.
Oh, and don't mention you've been hired to coach him.
And no, I can't tell you who hired me to hire you.
I stare at the lawyer and wonder what kind of fool he thinks I am…
You know how they say in poker that if you don't know who the patsy is, then you're the patsy?
Well, I never played poker.
And ever since my mum and dad took me to Buckingham Palace when I was five…
I never could resist royalty.