"Owen, Owen... You're usually so sharp, but you let the people closest to you play you like a fiddle, didn't you? And it cost your faction a priceless asset."
"Honestly, I'd say your entire engagement is worth second-guessing."
"As for repaying his life debt? You've done more than enough for the Quinns over the years. Throw a few business contracts their way and call it even."
"There is zero reason to shackle yourself to a woman you don't love and suffer for the rest of your life."
But that was Owen's private mess, and the Mercer siblings had no intention of getting involved.
This was their first time sitting down with the nation's Secretary of Finance and Aethelgard's top bachelor, yet the atmosphere was surprisingly phenomenal.
Despite the initial friction with Owen, his sincere apologies had smoothed everything over before it could escalate.
The rest of the evening felt like a reunion of old friends. They drank tea, shared a fantastic meal, and spoke freely without any guarded pretenses.
Eventually, Dominic shifted to business. "I'll be blunt. Mavaria's treasury has been stretched dangerously thin over the past few years due to massive infrastructure projects."
"I'm desperately hoping your sudden rise to power will bring a massive wave of new tax revenue to the country."
"And we're hoping the Department of Finance can offer us some policy flexibility," Ethan replied smoothly. "If you do, we'll gladly shoulder our national responsibilities."
Aligning with the Secretary of Finance was a critical move for Mira's empire.
Dominic held the keys to federal policy and economic regulation.
With just a little green tape, Mira's global operations would run seamlessly. In return, the staggering profits the siblings generated would flood the national treasury with taxes.
It was the ultimate win-win. Corporations and the state were inherently bound together.

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