Inside the Gordons clan’s meeting room, two of its most important figures sat waiting for the others to arrive before the meeting they arranged could commence, the Patriarch was already seated on the tallest throne in the center, as he sighed at the low turn out again.
“Are they not here yet?!” the patriarch snapped, glaring at the Grand Elder.
“I know you’re not blind, so why ask me the same question every five minutes? It’s starting to bug me.” The Grand Elder replied, annoyed.
The patriarch snorted in response.
“I guess we’ll begin when at least two more people arrive, because we can’t keep waiting and hoping everyone answers our call. I still don’t understand how they have no time for a family meeting when they practically do nothing, the day-to-day running of the clan is handled b
