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Rowan took the paper and put it in his pocket on his pants. His suit jacket he noticed, had been put in a bag on the couch next to him. Good, he can get it dry cleaned. He then looked up to Xavier and rose a brow.

He leaned on the couch arm with his elbow and set his fist against his jaw. [color=7bcdc8]"That'll be a hard ask. Before you can even think about something like that you have to work on your reputation. Everyone who matters only knows you for your trafficking of Omegas. Knowing that, no Omega is going to want to stay at your estate."[/color]

He eyes Xavier more, then looked to Killian. [color=7bcdc8]"But. If that's your end goal.. then yes. We can work towards it. The first thing you'll want to do is get rid of anything that could be seen as trafficking and start doing public research about Omegas, their needs, all the good stuff and trying to make a name for yourself against discrimination. Killian would certainly help you with that, but only if he wants to."[/color]