The 18 or so other people sitting at the long conference table said, “Yes, sir,” in unison.  My father stood and then Glen and I did.  Only once all three of us were standing did everyone else stand.  We all made our way out of the conference room, out the front door, and into limos and cars.  My brother, father and I all took separate limos, just in case.  Luckily, I didn’t share my limo with anyone so I was able to just enjoy the silence as we made our way to where our turf border the Davies’s turf.  What could be considered our ‘capital,’ which is really just my parent’s large mansion, is located right in the middle of our domain, so it was a pretty long drive; I was just about to fall asleep when we arrived.

Body guards surrounded the limos and only once one of them opened the door were we allowed to get out.  We walked towards the warehouse and two body guards stepped forward and opened the doors.  Those of us who had been seated at the conference table entered the building while our security guards remained outside, shutting the door behind us.  There were four tables set up in a square with half of the seats already taken and there was a small square table in the middle with papers on it.  The seats on this half of the square were empty. 

As per usual, my father took the large seat in the middle, directly across from Mr. Davies while I took the seat on his left and Glen took the seat on his right.  The other members of our “family” sat in the remaining seats so they were sitting next to the people they had been sitting next to before.  Unfortunately for me, because I was my dad’s ‘left hand man,’ I had to sit directly across from Mr. Davies’s right hand man, his daughter, Ashley.  She was a royal bitch.  While we had never actually talked or even silently communicated, I did have to listen to her yell, scream, cuss, and boss people around.  And she was very much into the family business.

I sighed and picked up where I’d left off with my nails while I let the ‘men’ talk.