*Anna*

Kai Tempest has remarkable taste. That is my initial thought when we step into the lobby where the plucked strings of a harp creates a calming ambience. Well dressed waiters walk about carrying silver trays holding flutes of champagne or small bites of food that can be easily eaten while standing. Gaslights burn in an array of glittering crystal chandeliers that illuminates everything. The walls are a dark wood I can’t help but believe reflect their owner.

Their owner. Who stands near the red carpeted, sweeping staircase with its polished dark banister and balustrade. He is wearing evening attire: a black swallow tailed coat, waistcoat, trousers. A pristine white...