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odd. The guys are talking animatedly, their voices filling the room with energy. Prince Felix and Eliot are laughing and joking like old friends, and even Seb and Zach join in here and there, their comments earning a few chuckles. I notice that Xander and Max haven’t joined us yet. Perhaps they are still changing.

I wonder if it’s hаrd ѕееіng оthеr people drіnk, but he ѕееmѕ tоtаllу at ease. Thе соnvеrѕаtіоn ѕtаrtѕ, and wе соvеr еvеrуthіng frоm baseball tо роlіtісѕ. Brеndа and Blаkе hаvе орроѕіng vіеwѕ оn several issues, but thе bаntеr is friendly. Thеу’rе оbvіоuѕlу uѕеd tо dіѕаgrееіng.

Why were they arguing when they could be doing something else? Something that didn't need so much talking.

The conversation was just flowing without any problem, and that was interesting. But before they separated, they had a brief serious talk. They assured each other that no one was going to say a word to anyone or anybody, what had happened was just between the two of them, no one else. Thqe agreed it was a once off thing,they hugged one another tightly like no one was willing to let each other go, but they did, like they were supposed to.

The desire that enters Law's eyes makes it incredibly hard not to rub my thighs together. I have a feeling he'll make sure my fantasy comes true soon. Once we're all out of papers, the men huddle together in the kitchen. "What do you think they're talking about over there?" Kamila asks. "They're probably still recovering from having to let us message someone from their phones." Laury laughs. Then we're coming together for a huddle of our own. "Are you telling him tonight?" Laury questions.

Neither of them wanted to break away, the hum of anticipation filling the space between them. Their conversation deepened, moving from the tender exchange of endearments to the weighty matters that defined their professional lives. The aircraft purchase deal, a monumental undertaking that held the potential to redefine their respective companies, became the focal point of their discussion. They meticulously dissected its intricacies, each detail weighed and considered. Mahesh, with his strategic foresight, emphasised the critical importance of the acquisition, outlining the far-reaching benefits it would bring. Isabella, ever the pragmatist, nodded in agreement, adding her insights into the

Lincoln asked carefully, only the three of us knowing what he meant. I saw the both of them staring at each other and nodding occasionally, so I assumed that they're doing their mind link thingy. After a while I noticed that they all had focused looks on their faces, as if they're listening attentively to something. "Hey no fair I wanna be in the conversation too" I whined, feeling left out. Luka gently put his hand on my back reassuringly. "No need to feel left out. We're just talking about tomorrow." "What's happening tomorr-"

“You’d be surprised the things I do when I get bored.” The conversation at the table floated around the topics of property moves, political favors, upcoming shifts in regional imports. And it seemed disturbing that all people of their caliber talked about was either something bad or money. Then, one of the men at the far end of the table leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink lazily. "I for one is not surprised."

So, if they didn’t have any of that – what were they left with? The conversation.

They are sitting on the couch talking. "So you check out tomorrow?" Tamera asked.