Caspian, relaxing on a high-end custom-regal designed couch, hears his phone vibrate for a moment. Grabbing it, he realizes it's a video call from his mother, Lady Ciara. In an instant, he swipes his finger to the right on the screen, chiming, "Hello mom. How have you been?" "Well, I'm doing fine over here. It's just that the weather is a bit harsh on me," Lady Ciara, her voice soft, replied with a smile. "Sorry about that. You know winter can be stubborn," Caspian said. "Yesterday, I was at Nebulon headquarters; I asked you, but I was told you're not on the seat. Hope no problem?" She inquired. "I was too busy," Caspian sighed. "I think that's good news to hear from you," Lady Ciara muttered, squealing in delight. Caspian chuckled lightly, his words thankful, "It's a pleasure, mom. Thanks for calling." "You're welcome, dear," Lady Ciara asserted. Caspian, in a glum tone, mentioned, his brows cocked. "How's dad, huh?" Lady Ciara, sighing in worries, muttered, "he's fine. Any
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