Don Pedro’s POV

I felt the sweet ocean breeze tugging gently at my sleeves as I took a long drag from my blunt this cold Sunday morning. It felt so refreshing.

The rhythmic sound of the waves splashing calmed my racking nerves, but my mind was miles away, deep in thought.

Franco had informed me about business back home —one of our foremost plantations was experiencing a new rise of competitors—and it surprised me how all these happened in just how many weeks of being away.

Franco stood beside me, his posture relaxed yet alert, his eyes scanning the horizon ahead. It was something I admired about Franco - His...