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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Hale 》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Roman <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/>Hale was frustrated. His office had been a revolving door. Some he'd sent for and some had just shown up with more questions. He was having a hard time processing what his eldest son had suggested.<br/><br/><i>Step down graciously with Armando. Take responsibility for this. Announce what is really happening, and I promise I will solve it.</i><br/><br/>Ray sounded like him. So much like him. Part of Hale Sr. was proud, but now he was wondering if it was a suggestion. Did he ever make suggestions, or had his first born just issued him a threat? At the very least, it was a challenge. His attention went to his door as someone knocked, hand coming up to his temple. He'd told the guards to send anyone else away, but of course they wouldn't turn any of his children away.<br/><br/>"Come in," Hale motioned with a sigh of relief seeing as it was only Roman. His children were never a burden, and he eased his frustration so as to not redirect it outward. "What is it, Roman?" His voice had softened, showing a hint of warmth. "It has been a long day," he admitting, standing to embrace the young man, "but it is good to see you." Roman was the uncomplicated child. Ray, for all that he was, was high upkeep and could run Hale's nerves ragged by the end of the say. Roman on the other hand served as a balm for the sort of day he'd had.