Damien I stepped into the boardroom where Leo was in deep conversation with Sean Thomas, a brilliant bastard who couldn't do without tea and cared nothing for the world beyond money. He was one of the government representatives in charge of real estate on the Northern and Southern coasts and his approval was crucial for me, unfortunately. "Sean, good to see you," my voice rang out, pretending to be pleased. "We appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with us." Sean looked up and gave me a small nod of recognition, sipping on his steaming cup of chamomile tea. "Good to see you too, Alpha Damien," he said in a deep, measured voice. Sitting across from Sean in the airy boardroom, my nerves tensed as Leo launched into a well-rehearsed pitch, talking about the plight of increased accommodation problems and the way immoral entrepreneurs sold leaking roofs and drafting walls. "Everybody deserves a safe and comfortable place to call home," I emphasized, sitting
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