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Once they get to the office, Rowan closes the door behind everyone. He moves and leans against the desk, looking to the two Beowulfs. [color=7bcdc8]"I don't care what your association with your family's business is now. You are either here to help me rescue Omegas, or you can walk the fuck back out. This is no longer about auctions and shit. If you are smart, you've already figured out why I joined these ridiculous parties in the first place."[/color]

He sighs deeply and closing his eyes for a moment and then looking at them again. [color=7bcdc8]"Priority is saving them. All of them. I need to know if you're in on it before I call my contact to help."[/color]