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and refreshed. My mansion, Moonstone Manor, was a testament to my family's wealth and stat

elcome respite from the cold tile of the bathroom. The room was a masterclass in elegance, with p

human had been a reckless move, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it. There was something about her, but I

enkins, had already prepared breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed c

d," Mrs. Jenkins said, as s

plied, taking a sip of the hot bre

am, sir," Mrs. Jenkins replied. "And then you have a

busy day, but I was ready for it. After all, I was a Bla

meet often, but when we did, it was always a spectacle. We would gather in the

We all had our interests and pursuits, and we rarely s

ahead. As I walked into the conference room, I was greeted by my board of directors, a g

rustle of papers, but I was always focused, always awar

in the room looked at me. They admired me, of course – who wouldn't? I was a Blackwood,

hat came with being a Blackwood, and they were drawn to it. I could sense

portant things on my mind, more pressi

ions, but I was always focused and always aware of

ored to my broad shoulders. "Thank you," I said, smiling. "I think we've

feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. This was w

eeted by my assistant, Sophia. She was a bright

ting department," Sophia said, handing me a folde

e marketing department had done an excellent job, as alway

spite from the air-conditioned chill of the conference room. My driver, Jenkins, was w

said, as he opened the door

, as I settled into the backseat. "Just

seat. "I'll get you home in no time, sir," h

ide and accomplishment. I had built my empire from scratch, using my

elt a sense of relief wash over me. I was finally home, final

d us, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The manor itself was a maj

ol evening air on my skin. Jenkins hande

g, Jenkins," I said, as I w

enkins replied, as he

a sense of peace settle over me. I was

elier in the foyer. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, an

om, feeling the soft carpet beneath my feet. The room was dimly l

h. As I raised the glass to my lips, I felt a sense of rela

es of the books. I loved to read and get lost in the worlds cre

y favorite author. As I sat down in my favorite

ng over me like a soothing balm. As I read, I felt m

nd walked over to the coffee table, where I had left my coffe