Andrew looked at his sons, who looked quite excited.

“Nick, Layla, if you don't mind, I'd like to be able to talk to my sons for a moment,” he asked his hosts politely, and they promptly left.

Andrew sat down across from Richard and Elliot, his boys, even though they were in their late twenties, and held up his hands.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“We should steal her from the Bennets,” said Elliot.

“What for? We don't have a design studio. We're distributors,” his brother reminded him.

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