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Ian shrugs with a soft smile, shaking his head slightly. "It is, yeah. But it is pretty riveting. Like... Tolkien-esque, but with a more diverse cast of characters. Its fun. I've actually just finished it, if you wanna borrow it?" He offers. "And if you have any book recommendations, I would love to hear as well. It was actually the last on my TBR so I'm in the market for something new to read."

Ian grins. "Ah, this? Just a fantasy novel i got at the shop the other day. The cover looked cool, so i figured id give it a shot. Here." He writes down the info on a note pad and hands the paper to her.

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Ian nods, handing over an envelope filled with a variety of documents. "Here. I'm aware some of this proof would be deemed circumstantial, at best, but I assure you. I am who I say I am. I know my coming out about it all now is an odd choice, but the Premieres death has nothing to do with it. I have been planning this for a long time... I wasn't going to stop for anything." Ian hopes he comes across as more confident that he really feels in this moment. Everything he's said is true, yes, but actually carrying out this reveal, telling people who he is... It's more nerve-wracking than he had assumed it would be. He takes a few deep breaths, and refocuses on Simone. "I hope those documents are enough evidence, for now?" He asks with a smile. "And I am certain you have questions for me as well, so, fire away."

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Ian smirks, looking at his phone screen as he lounges in the sitting room he was escorted to while the Del Bosque family debates his fate, and he fate of the family, but he hopes his words and his reveal have an impact. He opens his email to see a reply from Simone Montgomery, a local investigative journalist. He smiles as he reads it, an interview request. She's left her contact info in the email, so he shoots off a text asking her when she's free. When he sees that they can meet at his earliest convenience, his grin widens. The interview is set for an hour from now in a local Cafe out in Old Town, a good 40 minute drive from Casa Del Bosque. He hums as he stands up, and moves to leave. Someone he vaguely recognizes as also being dismissed from the meeting room tries to ask him where he's going, and to stop him. “I have an engagement I need to see to, then I will be back. Don't worry.” he smiles disarmingly, and thanks his mother for her insistence he learned proper manners and participate in extracurriculars that tended to be filled with more of the upper classes. Without having done lacrosse and select team football as a kid, and participating in Greek Life in university, socializing with families at least in similar social circles to the Del Bosques, he would’ve felt too scrutinized and out of place to do any of this. That said, this family he is tied to has another thing coming if they think he cant play their game. They likely will underestimate him, but he will use his middleclass smile and charm to his advantage, disarming them and lulling them into a false sense of security. Let them assume. “Seriously, I’ll be gone for maybe three hours, that should give everyone time to pick their side and debate, no? I will see you all for dinner, promise.” he says, voice earnest and eyes softening ever so slightly. “But I really don't want to be late, and I gotta get all the way down to old town. So, see you later!” he presses past with a wave and a smile. They let him pass with a bewildered look, watching as he finds his way back out of the winding halls of the main house. He makes his way to his car, and pulls out, turning on near-deafeningly-loud music to sing as he drives, windows down, to the parking lot for Old Town. The drive is warm and pleasant, and passes by with no incident as he gets into the city proper. He finds a decent parking space and parks. He checks his hair and teeth in the car mirror, leaves his vest in the car, and makes his way to the cafe. He waits for Simone with bated breath, trying to snack on a cookie to occupy himself while he waits. He thinks about the meeting he just walked in on and bore witness to. The fighting, the chaos. It is even worse than he thought it was, and such an influential family being in disarray… It’s like they've forgotten where their influence comes from and how to take charge. Maybe they really aren't fit for guiding Coronado anymore if they can’t even communicate amongst themselves. They squabble like school children, all of them. He sits back, leaning against the back of his chair, head hanging back as he sighs and wipes a hand down his face.

When he sits back up, he sees Simone entering, the jingle of the bells on the door having caused him to glance over to her. “Hi, over here! I am Ian Hale,” he stands and shakes her hand firmly. “I am Rafael's son, I have notarized document copies, if you would like, to verify?” he offers, and leads her to their table for the interview. “So, I am sure you have a million questions. I’m uh, pretty much an open book. Fire away.” he smiles with a touch of a smirk on his lips. Confidence clearly not a struggle for him, even in the face of telling the entirety of Coronado, and the world, who his father is. Exposing himself and opening up his life in a way he had never imagined he would, before now. And well, too late to back out now, so, he may as well smile his way through and let the games begin.

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Ian grins. "Ah, this? Just a fantasy novel i got at the shop the other day. The cover looked cool, so i figured id give it a shot. Here." He writes down the info on a note pad and hands the paper to her.

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"what are you reading? i really need something new."

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TASK 002

Ian sighs, sitting down at the kitchen table while his mother cooks. He is going over the monthly bills and paperwork for the handful of rental properties they own, balancing the accounts and checking for emails with requests and updates from their tenants. He sighs with a soft frown, reading one update with concern.

“Sweetheart… What is it? What is wrong?” His mother comes over and smooths a crease from his forehead. “You have that look, again.”

“Nothing, M``ama, nothing… Or at least nothing too serious, it’s just. One of our tenants wants to know if I plan to hike up prices, now that I am publicly outing myself as a Del Bosque. And I… I can not do that to others. I refuse to charge more than we do, we charge enough to cover the fees and pay our own bills, what more could we possibly really need, you know?” He sighs and leans against her and she kisses his forehead and pats his shoulder.

“Agreed, besides, I am the land lady, you, my sweet boy, just run the books. I will reply to it and send everyone an email adressing it all, okay?” She reassures him, and Ian nods, kissing her cheek and stretching. “Now, we eat, Go put all of that nonsense back in the office and I better not see it out here again, understood?”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” Ian grins cheekily, and packs it all up and puts it away. He sits back down right as his mom sets down his plate. “Y’know… Sometimes i think about what i used to hear in school. Whispers about the Du Bois having plans and wanting to change things. How it would be better. That my donor doesn’t do anything useful and that the whole family needs to fall back to earth a bit… I don’t completely agree, per se, but… I get it. I do. They have so much power and influence but they are so inconsistent on how and when they use that influence at all, let alone for good…” he picks at his food, taking a bite and humming as the flavors dance, sweet and spicy on his tongue, the taste of home.

M``ama Hale chuckles and smiles. “As good as you remember?” she eats her own food. “And well… Yes. The Du Bois and many of the people who are upset with the Del Bosques and even the Shibata have a point to their anger, sweetheart. I can only hope you getting involved goes well, or at least doesnt get you hurt.” She says with a pointed look.

“I know, I know… I will be safe, as much as I can be. I promise. I will do anything if it means keeping you safe, and happy. You have always done that for me, let me return the favor.” Ian smiles softly. “And, it is! It’s been so long since you made this.” he grins a little wider.

“Well, its been a long week and I figured you deserved a treat, I know this was one of your favorites.” she smiles and they finish eating dinner.

Ian clears their plates, and brings out little servings of sweet custard from the fridge. “Here is your dessert.” Ian smiles, setting hers in front of her. “I.. I have a plan, I think. Against Rafael and the Del Bosque family.”

She looks up to meet his eyes. “Tell me everything love.”

And so he does.

He details all of his next moves and his hopes and plans for Coronado and how he wants the best for the people, all of them. How he doesnt really want to totally destroy the Del Bosque family but how he will do whatever he needs to to protects and provide. How the people deserve stability and an equal say in what happens in their home.

When he is finally done, his mother is in front of him, and cups his face. She presses a soft kiss to his forehead. “I am so proud of you. You have grown so fierce, so strong…” she gives him a hug, and then holds his hands, standing back. “I am so proud to be your mother. You have always been so caring and generous… I know you will do right by our people.” she smiles at him softly. “That said… What do you think we should expect? Do you have any idea who did it?”

Ian shakes his head. “No, m`ama, not a clue. As for what to expect… I don’t know. It’s hard.” he sighs. “But… I do know the family is now floundering, and its time for it to sink or swim.”

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An Official Introduction

Ian's introduction to the Del Bosque family. All Del Bosque family members welcome to reply! Ft. the Del Bosque family and @ianhale

Ian steels himself as he parks his car. The drive up to Casa Del Bosque from his home with his mother was a good 45 minutes, mostly up in the hills in the outskirts of the city. The drive gets prettier the further from the city you get, and Ian can’t help but admire the view of the city skyline from the distance and elevation of the gently rolling hills. He takes time to breathe, and re-runs through his plan over and over in his head. He has one of two original copies of his birth certificate with him, Rafael's name and signature on the father lines. And a number of notarized copies. He gets to the turn for the long winding driveway, and is shocked to find it wide open, he would have assumed they would have had the gate locked. As he drives farther, he sees three more cars winding up the path. Ah, I must have just managed to slip past before it closed… hm. He sighs, breathing deeply. He got into the driveway, thats half the battle. Now, he simply needs to go in the doors… The absolutely massive doors leading up into the main house. He stares in awe as he parks in front of the door. He holds back, checking his face and his hair. When he’s certain he is presentable, he finds his way up to the door. There are no guards outside, but he listens closely, and quickly and quietly slips in when he hears silence. He looks around briefly, and finding his way into a small partially concealed corner. Now, he is in, time to get to whatever room the rest of the family is in. He thinks. Easy. No problem. He spends a few minutes meditating, eyes closed, calming himself and getting himself mentally prepared.

He opens his eyes, gaze sharp and focused.

Go time. He stares in awe at the absolute artistry that is the foyer, as he steps out of his hiding space, looking at portraits in awe. The amount of history in these halls… And to think it’s his history too. He may have known, logically, that he is a Del Bosque since he was maybe four or five, but knowing a fact and actually finding yourself in the halls of your ancestors, feeling the history of the space permeating the air, charging the halls with a special energy only the oldest of buildings seem to carry. Walking halls generations have walked before him… His mind wanders, and he wonders about what life here must have been like in decades and centuries past. He imagines what it must feel like to grow up quite literally living amongst history past and presently being made. He follows the sound of raised, irate voices towards what seems to be a main atrium, a long family table in the center. Someone who can only be security approaches, a serious expression, and Ian holds up his folder. “I have important information to share to the whole family.” his voice is soft, wanting to stay unnoticed as long as he can. He smiles at the man, and meets his eyes. “Who are you? I have never seen you before. You dont belong here.” the other young mans olive skin seems to shive where the light hits it, and his green eyes practically glow with how vibrant they are, and Ian finds himself staring into them, caught off guard by how pretty the guard in front of him is. “Sorry. Sorry, here.” he shakes his head slightly, sighing, and shows him his passport, and birth certificate. The guards eyes go wide and he just nods. “Of course, sir, apologies.” Ian smiles and shakes his head. “I don’t need the fancy title or anything. Just Ian is fine. Now, if I may?” he smiles brightly, plastering on his most earnest and disarming smile, and the guard just nods, and if their gazes linger on each other a touch too long… well, no one needs to know. Ian practically glides into the room. “Apologies, but may I speak? I have some rather important information I think everyone present is entitled to hear.” he passes them each a certified copy of his birth certificate and a picture of his passport, all face down. He hands the original copy and his passport itself to the head of the table. “You may turn the pages. My name, is Ian Rafael Hale Del Bosque. Although, I never disclose that last part to anyone I don't need to. I grew up in the area between Corcovado and Paloma City itself. Rafael gave my mother a Del Bosque property to run and use as she saw fit. And left me a small education trust. As we speak, the very first reports of my existence to the entirety of Coronado will be reported. An email was sent off as soon as I arrived here and well, the press aren’t going to wait to share this kind of information. It will have spread everywhere by nightfall, I imagine.” he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing his shoulders. He watches the room and the varying shades he sees crossing everyone's faces, from green to red. “I know this must be a shock, but I promise to you all I am who I claim to be. And that my mother has nothing to do with this, she doesn’t even know that I am here right now, or that I’m doing this at all.” he looks around the room, meeting eyes with everyone, and staring directly into Rafael's eyes. “I went to school for business and history. I know the history of our home inside and out. And just about any true historian on this island knows that this grand family, the Del Bosques, have had their hands in the affairs of the government and the foundations themselves since the beginning. I am sure none of us know the full extent but… Even from what is public…” he sighs.

“Historically, the Del Bosque family has taken hold of the narratives and led the people though times of turmoil and times of great cheer. The good, the bad, the ugly… this family has been there. It has been days now, since the Premier was shot. And nothing but platitudes have been heard from this great home. Otherwise it has practically been radio silence and it’s clear to those who know to watch for the signs, that no moves have been made to get things back to running business as usual.” he looks around again. “The people will not be settled until we have a new Premier and stability restored. Yet, from what I have heard today as I walked in here, slipping past guards, getting lucky to slip in behind someone else who drove up before me…” he takes an offered water glass from a server, taking a drink. “As a Del Bosque, in heritage if not properly in name, I demand to know why you all argue amongst yourselves like teens or children instead of guiding the city to normalcy. Prior to Rafael taking over the family, there was never hesitation to step in. So why now? Why leave the people hanging and in need when you have the means and connections to keep things going. Why let everyone stay in limbo any longer than you need to?” he questions, meeting Rafael's eyes with a fiery determination. “And if you won’t, I will find a way to. Someone needs to. The people deserve that much.” his gaze never breaks from Rafael's, until the murmuring gets louder and louder, and he observes everyone else's reactions, eyes constantly scanning. “Anyways… I’m sure you all have questions? So, please. Feel free to ask away.” he smiles charmingly.

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Ian smirks, looking at his phone screen as he lounges in the sitting room he was escorted to while the Del Bosque family debates his fate, and he fate of the family, but he hopes his words and his reveal have an impact. He opens his email to see a reply from Simone Montgomery, a local investigative journalist. He smiles as he reads it, an interview request. She's left her contact info in the email, so he shoots off a text asking her when she's free. When he sees that they can meet at his earliest convenience, his grin widens. The interview is set for an hour from now in a local Cafe out in Old Town, a good 40 minute drive from Casa Del Bosque. He hums as he stands up, and moves to leave. Someone he vaguely recognizes as also being dismissed from the meeting room tries to ask him where he's going, and to stop him. “I have an engagement I need to see to, then I will be back. Don't worry.” he smiles disarmingly, and thanks his mother for her insistence he learned proper manners and participate in extracurriculars that tended to be filled with more of the upper classes. Without having done lacrosse and select team football as a kid, and participating in Greek Life in university, socializing with families at least in similar social circles to the Del Bosques, he would’ve felt too scrutinized and out of place to do any of this. That said, this family he is tied to has another thing coming if they think he cant play their game. They likely will underestimate him, but he will use his middleclass smile and charm to his advantage, disarming them and lulling them into a false sense of security. Let them assume. “Seriously, I’ll be gone for maybe three hours, that should give everyone time to pick their side and debate, no? I will see you all for dinner, promise.” he says, voice earnest and eyes softening ever so slightly. “But I really don't want to be late, and I gotta get all the way down to old town. So, see you later!” he presses past with a wave and a smile. They let him pass with a bewildered look, watching as he finds his way back out of the winding halls of the main house. He makes his way to his car, and pulls out, turning on near-deafeningly-loud music to sing as he drives, windows down, to the parking lot for Old Town. The drive is warm and pleasant, and passes by with no incident as he gets into the city proper. He finds a decent parking space and parks. He checks his hair and teeth in the car mirror, leaves his vest in the car, and makes his way to the cafe. He waits for Simone with bated breath, trying to snack on a cookie to occupy himself while he waits. He thinks about the meeting he just walked in on and bore witness to. The fighting, the chaos. It is even worse than he thought it was, and such an influential family being in disarray… It’s like they've forgotten where their influence comes from and how to take charge. Maybe they really aren't fit for guiding Coronado anymore if they can’t even communicate amongst themselves. They squabble like school children, all of them. He sits back, leaning against the back of his chair, head hanging back as he sighs and wipes a hand down his face.

When he sits back up, he sees Simone entering, the jingle of the bells on the door having caused him to glance over to her. “Hi, over here! I am Ian Hale,” he stands and shakes her hand firmly. “I am Rafael's son, I have notarized document copies, if you would like, to verify?” he offers, and leads her to their table for the interview. “So, I am sure you have a million questions. I’m uh, pretty much an open book. Fire away.” he smiles with a touch of a smirk on his lips. Confidence clearly not a struggle for him, even in the face of telling the entirety of Coronado, and the world, who his father is. Exposing himself and opening up his life in a way he had never imagined he would, before now. And well, too late to back out now, so, he may as well smile his way through and let the games begin.

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To whom it may concern

Hello Media outlets and editors of Coronado!

I am submitting this to all media outlets I could see being interested in this story to share it as far and wide across Coronado and beyond.

My name is Ian Rafael Hale. My father is Rafael Del Bosque. I am 22 and a recent graduate with my bachelors in both History and business. I am open to interviews and providing copies of my birth records and whatnot to anyone who needs that before running a story like this! At the time this is sent, I will be well on my way to interrupting a family meeting. After the recent tragedies, seeing a lack of depth in response from the Del Bosques on it all, i am no longer content with the offerings my father gave my mother in exchange for her silence. Those contracts say nothing in regards to my own silence being a necessity. I will speak to everyone more soon and am open to interviews. Have a good day, Ian.