James casually sat down at the head of the table expressionlessly "you all are thugs that inflict violence to those who cross your path, I only inflict violence when confronted with it" he looked around the room as he spoke coldly at everyone.
He didn't waste no time "going to say this once and once only, you all are small time crooks. There is someone above you and someone above them. Work for me and you'll rise the ranks and get clean profit. With the added bonus of no one will dare to strong arm you."
James looked at Julian to speak with him directly "how much have your men improved since we spoke last?"
Gulping the salvia built up back down his throat "they are twice as strong, awaiting your orders" respectfully bowing.
Everyone was in a state of shook, not knowing his he was boasting himself or speaking the truth, Isabelle looked at the unconscious bodyguards, then to the other two men "Let's join forces with him, we are still bottom feeders no matter how we look at it"
They all nodded in agreement, James pulled out a document while saying "take a look at these businesses if there something shading about it let me know and I'll come deal with it. From today onwards you and your men work for me." Writing down a list of daily routines for them. Before he got up and left the room.
Getting back to his apartment Julia and Trish was both in the living room, Trish jumped up out of her seat as she saw James while Julia remained seated looking upset.
"Julia if your upset about the other day at the restaurant, there's no need to be. I'm fine your fine. That is the only thing that matters" James said while smiling.
"How doesn't he not hate me for what happened?' Thinking to herself.
"James, I know that Julia is beating herself up about everything that has happened. And she doesn't know who to make it up to you" Trish spouted out.
James chuckled spoke teasing her "well since that is the case, why don't I lay on the lounge and you give me a massage. Been working flat out for a few days back is bit tense"
Julia shrank into her seat "No, I know that is one of your tricks!"
James laughed before walking towards his bedroom "there is no tricks, and stop feeling sorry. You didn't know what type of people they were." He closed his bedroom door and flopped down into his bed to call it a night.
Beep beep
Stefan sent him a message "you did good today. Your dad would be proud of you"
Charlotte got back to her house, seeing her dad sitting in his office "Charlotte your back, please have a seat" he was eagered to speak with her. Making Charlotte worry about what was going to happen.
"Is everything ok, father?"
He shook his head "what do you think about James Jefferson?"
"He is smart, when we were in school he was bullied by the rich constantly and still passed everything he set his mind to"
"So he is cunning" rubbing his chin.
Charlotte frowned "dad what is this about?"
Lucian took a deep breathe "there beginning to be rumours throughout the company, and He had said something about my place in the company that got me wondering what to do"
Charlotte nodded "he is smart and cunning, we can learn from him. You always said a good night's rest can help with finding solutions, let's sleep on it, and tomorrow we will work on your problem"
The next morning getting woken up by his phone ringing, "Mr Jefferson, there is something I need to discuss with you" Stefan said politely.
Still half asleep James could only say "can't it wait a bit longer?"
"No, it is a but urgent"
James hung up the phone and got dressed to go out. Reaching outside, a silver Bmw was parked at the entrance the window rolled down. Stefan signalled James to get in. Seeing how eagered Stefan was, James quickly jumped into the BMW.
'What's the matter, Stefan? You aren't yourself today" James asked.
"Young Master, came to realize learn something important about your family" hesitately saying.
Looking puzzled "what did you learn?"
"Remember how your family was well respected but wasn't high society like the others?"
Nodding in acknowledgement
"Well Young Master, I found out why your family was well respected by high society. It isn't so simple after all." Stefan spent years trying to find out as much as he could. Until last night he only had little information that was Until he found the missing piece.
"That's because your father, was able to destroy those families with a single word" James saw that Stefan wasn't lying, his face went pale.
"Your father wasn't apart of those high society becuase he was apart of another, it was higher up then the regular society. As his power grew, so did his enemies. We have reason to believe that your family was attacked by those who wanted to climb the ranks" Stefan's voice trembled.
James shook his head in disbelief "if that is the case, soon as they hear I'm alive they will come looking for me?"
The mere thought scared the hell out of Stefan. "Yes, that's correct sir. We need to conceal your identity for as long as possible.".
"Stefan how many men to you have under you?"
Hearing the question Stefan was confused "close to 150 men, 125 are class 2, 20 are class 3 and 5 are class 4"
People skills are put down in classes, one being the weakest and 7 being the strongest. Just like how bronze are the weaklings while platinum are the strongest in the underground.
"Why is that sir?"
James didn't want any violence but could sense a storm coming "we need to be smart in our moves, I have made contacts in the underground here. For the time being Let's work on building something sturdy"
"Yes sir right away, what are your plans?"
"There are currently 4 generals at the Vile, got their own men and doing training. Get your class 2 men to go there and train with them until they get to class 3 then have the class 3 join. So on and so on."
"Right away sir"