At night in Falcone Estate, in one of the luxurious guest rooms, Harvey was busily packing his suitcase, humming a tune under his breath. His older brother, Rowan, stood nearby, his face an unreadable mask of calm.
Kyle, Rowan's assistant, was a different story. He was pacing back and forth near the doorway, his heart racing with anxiety. He knew Rowan well enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath that calm exterior.
As Rowan spoke, his voice was steady, almost detached. "When are you going tomorrow?"
"At nine in the morning, big brother," Harvey replied cheerfully, folding a shirt and placing it neatly in his suitcase.
Rowan nodded. "I will go with you."
Harvey paused, looking up at Rowan with a raised eyebrow. "I am not a kid, brother. I can handle this on my own."
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