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The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. Benedict, his shoulders slumped in the plush armchair, took a sip of his brandy, the warmth spreading through his chest. His father, Brandon Rochester, sat opposite him, his gaze fixed on the flames, a contemplative expression on his weathered face. "You know," Brandon began, his voice a low rumble, "I've been watching you, Benedict. You've been different lately." Benedict raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Different how, Father?" Brandon let out a sigh, his eyes meeting his son's. "Different in a way that you've become a cold person. But I have to ask you this question... Are you really in love with that model, Paulina Palacios?" the old man asked his son a question. Benedict choked on his brandy, sputtering as he s