Lord Montague sat in his dimly lit office, holographic screens casting shadows across his sharp features. He studied a recording of Lord Capulet, his rival, addressing shareholders. “Capulet’s reign ends now,” he growled. Turning to his enforcer, he barked, “Find Romeo. My son will handle this.” The enforcer hesitated. “He’s gone rogue, sir.” Montague’s glare hardened. “He’s still my blood. Bring him to me.” As the enforcer left, Montague smirked. “Soon, Capulet. Very soon.”
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