Seth's POV:
It feels a bit odd and uncomforting when we leave the house separately. I'm very determined to not be seen together, for at least a bit longer, but it still feels like I'm a massive douchebag for this. Yet, as soon as I make it to my car, a call pulls me out from all of these kind of thoughts. I stop in front of the car and cautiously answer the phone.
"Seth, There has a been a terrible misunderstanding with the Camfields that have now stormed our storage houses and are demanding a share of the exported goods from the past three years."
"What f*****g goods to they have the right to ask for shared profits?!" words stumble out of my mouth before I can even think about the situation.
"I'm not entirely sure, but it has something to do with a broken heart? I guess..." the man on
