The early morning light filtered through my apartment windows as Eamon and I sat at my small kitchen table. Sleep had evaded us both, our minds too occupied with plans and possibilities.
"The Hawthornes' main business is health products," Eamon explained, sipping the tea I'd brewed. "Supplements, herbal remedies, specialized treatments—all aimed at the wealthy who fear aging and illness."
I couldn't help but smile. "Health products? That's their empire?"
"Don't underestimate them," Eamon warned. "They've cornered the market completely. Every major pharmacy chain in Havenwood City stocks their products exclusively."
"But are their products actually effective?" I asked, already seeing an opportunity.
Eamon's expression told me everything. "Marginally. Just enough to maintain their reputation, not enough to truly heal. They rely more on marketing than medicine."
My fingers tapped against the table thoughtfully. "That's a field I can disrupt."
