Cane Sinclair stood on the balcony of the mansion, on a two hour call which had almost reached its mark.
Beside him, Caleb Sinclair sat, responding to emails, whilst also sending some.
Cara Sinclair, with a bit of distance away from them, wrote on empty sheets with a pen.
The call finally reached its two hour mark, and came to an end.
"It's settled." He turned to his siblings.
Caleb stopped what he was doing and looked up. "Are you both sure it's okay for me to do this? Especially you, Cane. You know we're still trying to—"
