"Ah, my son is finally back. I have heard of all kinds of glorious deeds of yours, all earning me great pride, no doubt, ahahaha…"
With the number of contacts Mr. Black had at the party, how could no one have informed him of the absolute disaster of a performance of his son? Forget about making any new contacts or gaining prestige, if he had just stayed as he was, that would also have been fine.
But no, he just HAD to fuck things up no matter what task was given to him.
Mr. Black was generally a patient man. He always silently waited for the perfect opportunity to strike, and when he did, he made sure his prey couldn't escape.
And the reason for that was obvious. If he had been able to do things as he always did, the White Deer corporation wouldn't even know what hit them before it was too late. Unfortunately, the prey had somehow been startled, and Mr. Black was still investigating where he slipped up.
