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Artemis Pondering
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Artemis sat on the balcony of his hotel suite, the city stretching out before him in a sea of twinkling lights. A glass of whiskey sat untouched on the table beside him, his phone resting in his hand. He had been staring at the screen for the past ten minutes, his thumb hovering over Allie’s contact. Artemis Robinson was not the kind of man who hesitated. In business, in life, and especially in matters of the heart, he had always been decisive. But as he sat in his hotel suite, staring at his phone with Allie’s contact name on the screen, he found himself pausing. It was past ten at night. Would she even pick up? Would she even *want* to hear from him? He exhaled sharply and shook his head. *Since when do I second-guess myself?* He smirked bitterly, realizing that Allie was already affecting him in ways no one else ever had. Why was this so difficult? He had made countless business calls, brokered million-dollar deals, and faced ruthless competitors without breaking a sweat. And
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The sun cast long shadows over the exclusive golf course, the pristine green stretching endlessly under the warm afternoon sky. Valentin Marconi stood on the edge of the course, dressed in a tailored golf outfit, yet his mind was far from the game. He tapped his club against his shoe absently as he watched his business associate take a swing, sending the golf ball flying across the open field. Beside him stood Enrico D’Angelo, the head of another powerful mafia family. Unlike Marconi, Enrico had no interest in golf, but he understood the importance of playing along with the charade. Here, among the wealthiest businessmen and politicians, deals were made under the guise of harmless sportsmanship. Marconi exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed. “Artemis Robinson… he wasn’t supposed to come back.” Enrico took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes sharp beneath the brim of his expensive hat. “Things don’t always go according to plan, Valentin. You should know that by now.” Marconi clenched his jaw. “
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The dimly lit study in Alan Fowl’s private estate was filled with the scent of old books, mahogany, and the faint aroma of cigar smoke from years past. The room, usually a haven for solitude and quiet contemplation, now held an air of urgency. Alexander Robinson sat across from Alan, his sharp gaze locked onto the older man, waiting for him to speak. The tension was palpable, the weight of whatever Alan had uncovered pressing heavily between them. Alan, dressed in his signature tailored suit, poured himself a glass of bourbon before gesturing toward Alexander, offering him a drink. Alexander shook his head, his focus unwavering. “I didn’t ask you here for pleasantries, Alexander,” Alan said, taking a slow sip. “I asked you here because of Artemis.” Alexander leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “What about him?” Alan exhaled sharply. “I know you and Klarisse have made an effort to bring him back into the fold. I understand your family’s wish to make amends. But you
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The grand dining hall of the Fowl Estate was alive with conversation and laughter, the clinking of silverware against fine china providing a pleasant backdrop to what seemed like a normal family dinner. To an outsider, it was nothing more than an intimate gathering of the Robinson and Fowl families, a tradition they had long upheld. But beneath the surface, there was a tension—one that only those seated at the table fully understood. The purpose of this dinner was not just to enjoy a meal together. Tonight was about strategy, about cementing the next steps that would secure their family's strength and control while keeping their enemies, particularly the Marconis, unsuspecting. Alexander sat at the head of the table, his posture composed but commanding. Klarisse was by his side, her hand resting gently on his arm as a silent show of support. Across from them sat Artemis, his expression unreadable, but his presence at this table signified one thing—he was back in the fold. Bronson R
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