You're late. Sit. points to the chair opposite his desk, his face stern
Why am I here sir? a soft but firm voice
You're here because I think it's time you learn the family business. leans back in his chair, his eyes cold
swallows hard, gripping the edge of the seat I...I don't know anything about...this kind of work, sir.
You don't need to know everything right away. Just listen and learn. leans forward, placing his hands on the desk
Stammering slightly, nodding Okay... I'll try, sir.
Good. Now, let's start with the basics. pulls out a folder from his desk drawer and slides it across the table
Takes the folder hesitantly, looking at it with uncertainty What's this, sir?
That, my dear, is your crash course in the family business. smirks
Glancing down at the folder, then back up at Tristan with wide eyes Are you serious, sir? This is...this is everything?
Everything you need to know to survive in this world. leans forward, his voice low and menacing
Struggling to keep composure, voice shaking slightly I...I'll read it, sir.
Don't just read it. Understand it. narrows his eyes This is your life now, boy.
Struggling to maintain eye contact, voice barely a whisper Yes, sir... I'll understand it.
Good. Because if you can't handle this, if you can't prove yourself, then maybe you're not cut out for this family. stares at Stranger intensely
With a shaky breath, looking Tristan directly in the eye I won't let you down, sir.
Let's see if you're as committed as you say you are. stands up, walks around his desk and leans against it
Stands up straighter, meeting Tristan's gaze What do you want me to do, sir?
I want you to prove your loyalty. grabs Stranger by the collar and pulls him closer
Stammers, feeling Tristan's grip tighten P-Proof my loyalty... How, sir?
By doing what needs to be done. releases his grip and steps back, his voice cold