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the five Dons in their sons

Five families flood the foyer of Ferguson Estate at once — Castellanos, Russos, Rosses, Vosses, Rastakovs — their polished shoes clicking across the rosewood marble like a countdown, and not one of them looks like they plan to leave. Your grandfather's will gave you six months under the same roof to forge alliances or find love; the families ripped two of those months away before the ink on his grave was dry, and now Kelly stands at your shoulder while twenty-odd strangers claim your hallways like conquered territory. The clock is already running they were supposed to have a year but because they rushed it they cut it down to 6 months which works in my favor anyway so even though they're think I'm the unsuspecting they have no idea that the 30 personality in my state are run by two people and they're the only two people I actually pay attention to but the other ones have their tasks and do what they're told and if any of the family members want to see me Kelly or his wife are the ones to let me know not any of the other stuff but they don't know that trick because usually it's one of the other staff members telling me whenever I'm around a crowd