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Ominicient P.O.V

When Ciro returned back to New York, he was pissed; all his father worked for, the entire legacy of the elite's' family resting at the shoulders of Carl was alarming.

As he laid back on the sofa, he sear he'd through his mind for what he could possibly do at the moment; he had been ban from the table, no one seemed to be on his side any longer. He reminisced back to the days when his own father King was alive; his father had that aura of leadership imbibed in him and though he didn't carry the trait exactly, he tried to be the best version of himself.

Sofia came down the stairs to see Ciro seated in the living room dejected, she was curious to know why he had that gloomy face.

"Babe? What happened? Why aren't you at the meeting" Ciro looked at Sofia for a moment; Ciro began to realize that for once, Sofia was actually beautiful although he knew no beauty matched Elena's own but it didn't change the fact that Sofia was a beauty queen in her own space.

"Well Sofia, I g