"What can I do for you, Mr. Cacia?" Asked the head of the Clangtons.
"What can you do for me, you ask?"
The said younger man, placed the cup of coffee that had been served to him down on the table and met the eyes of the older man who was sitting in front of him.
"A lot actually. An explanation would be great to begin with."
"…"
Mr. Clangton took a few seconds to observe the young but capable heir of the Cacia family.
"An explanation? Are you talking about the West Suburb Development Project?"
Tyler would have scoffed if he did not have perfect control over his emotions and actions.
"We… Both of us are busy person. So, no need to waste time playing dilly-dally."
"I'm unaware of what you want me to say, Mr. Cacia." The old fox hadn'r given up on his acting yet.
Tyler also figured it out and went straight forward.
"I'm talking about the accident your son had caused due to his reckless driving."
"Ah!..." Mr. Clangton exclaimed before pretending to be confused at why Tyler brought it up.
"But what does this matter have to do with your business, Mr. Cacia?"
Tyler cold eyes turned sharp as he gave the older man a glare. He cared not to pretend to be polite any longer.
"Its either you are an incompetent father or a liar who is pretending to be oblivious if you don't know how your son's accident relates to my business."
The older man was definitely not expecting such rude words from the Cacian heir. Being called incompetent by a younger man wasn't very pleasing to the ears. But since he had started the game, he should stick with it.
"Well… I'm sorry that my inexcusable flaw of being stuck in my work had put me in a position to be called as an incompetent father." Mr. Clangton then turned to his assistant, who came to his support.
"Mr. Clangton, Miss. Oz was the other party involved in the accident."
"Miss Oz?"
"The Cacia family's adopted daughter."
"Oh!... I see now…" The older man put up a face of understanding.
"You must be very concerned about your adopted sister. My son was the one in the wrong for his reckless driving. But I'm sure he has learned his lesson after breaking a leg and two ribs."
Although his words were of admitting the fault of his son, there was not a single tone of remorse.
"I've already revoked all his cards and licenses. I'll make sure to send my son to formally apologize when he gets out the hospital."
But Tyler was not one to fall for such fake apologies.
"It was indeed your son's fault that my sister was admitted in the hospital. If not for the miracle that she had gotten out of the car before the collision, instead of coming out of the hospital to apologize, he'd be heading straight to the prison."
"…"
The two powerful men had a battle with just their eyes. Silence…. much more powerful than words they spoke… So much that the two other men assisting these leaders were having a nerve breakdown on what would happen the next second.
"Is that a threat I'm hearing, Mr. Tyler Cacia?"
"Oh! Absolutely not. I don't play with threats and stuffs…"
A rare cold smirk appeared on the cold handsome face of the young man. His swords like eyebrows squeezing in, as though they were the string of a bow, ready to shoot an arrow.
"I just take actions…"
"…"
"Like how I did this morning…"
Tyler did not hide that he was behind the release of the footage of the accident to public.
The President of Neblux said no words…
"But if you want to hear a threat from me… I could give you one." Tyler relaxed once again. Seeing that he was winning this battle of words.
"But before that I would like to know one thing…"
"…"
Mr. Clangton waited for what he wanted to say in silence.
"Why have the footage of all the CCTV in Mid Soland Street disappeared all of a sudden?"
"…"
"You're not going to tell me that you don't have hands on this, are you?" Tyler's eyes were daring at him.
Mr. Clangton had known there would be a battle when he saw the report came up in the morning. But he did not expect that the rumored most stable leader of the next generation would come and aim straight for the neck.
"I don't think the public would be happy to know that the authority had been abused by the likes of people such as you. They'd call out for justice, won't they?"
"…"
"I'm sure Master Clangton would not want such issue coming just two months before the election, would he?"
"…"
Tyler's series of threat were definitely working on Mr. Clangton. Since the older man knew he could not hide it or claim the black to be white, he could only pretend to be unaffected and casually 'explain.'
"Well… What do you expect? I'm only a poor father trying to protect his son."
"But your way of protecting your son has broken my dear sister's heart. How would you compensate for the injustice she had faced for this long time? Mr. Clangton."
The words have finally been spoken. From the beginning, the build up was just to get what Tyler desired. It was a game of dominance through words.
"What do you want?" Mr. Clangton gave in.
Without hesitation, the Vice President of the Cacia Group made his demand.
"The Construction Right for the Green Valley Project."
"Hufff!!" Mr. Clangton scoffed.
'That's clearly your demand. Not your sister's.' He screamed in his mind.
But, well…. true businessman never lets his opportunity slip away. Tyler Josh Cacia was a true businessman, with remarkable qualities. The Green Valley project was one of the most anticipated development projects made by the government. To secure the Construction and Development right of this project means a lot of money.
For the Cacia Group which had stepped into the real estate field not a decade ago, it was a big opportunity collaborate with the authority and extend its influence.
Many groups were ready to send 'gifts' to the Clangtons who had hands in the government to secure a chance to fight for the Rights. But it seemed that the young Cacia would not need to go through such troubles.
Mr. Clangton watched the young man who walked out of the door without a hit of satisfaction of the battle he won a great deal.
"What a fierce opponent!"
He could not help but compliment.