“I’m sorry to say this, father, but your mistakes are not mine.”
Virgil listened once again to that story that happened a few years before he took the lead of the pack and the related businesses. Once again, he listened carefully, but again too, was convinced of his motivations to agree with the business proposal that the Governor, the same man that had costed millions to SilverClaw and many others, years before, had discussed with him earlier that same day.
“What is that supposed to mean, Virgil?” Henkjan walked a step closer to his son, still looking at him with the same cold stare.
“If I tell you that I have not only strong reasons to go through with this business but have more intentions behind it, would you trust me and be calmer?”
V said this as an answer, but in his m
