Joseph walked toward the dressing room and turned to Mirabeau, signaling, "Later, why don't you accompany me? We can continue discussing industrial planning on the way."
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Before long, Joseph and Mirabeau, dressed in dark blue formal attire, stepped out of the Palace of Versailles, ready to get into the car, when Charles suddenly sprang out from the side, greeting him with exaggerated gestures, "Brother, I heard you're going to host the World Cup draw ceremony?"
"Yes, indeed." Joseph smiled and wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulder, "But, Mr. Lagrange's class..."
"Ended early; he said I'm already quite familiar with the material."
"Then what about the afternoon swordsmanship class?"
"Baron Peres is ill and on leave."
"Alright then." Joseph patted him. "You should join the draw as well."
