Aiden stood on the balcony of his room. The chill morning breeze ruffling his dark hair. His eyes watched as Ethan's car vanished down the driveway. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number and pressed his phone to his ear, his voice clipped and controlled.
"This is Mr. Grigoras." His voice has no warmth, just a flat, unyielding line.
On the other end, a man voice was heard. "Everything's ready, Mr. Grigoras. We'll call witnesses as planned."
Aiden's lips curled up, his gaze fixed on the empty space where the car had been. "Good. I don't want any surprises" Aiden ended the call.
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