Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Thirty-Six

3 months later-Melbourne Hyatt 5-star Hotel

Adam Langford sat alone at an eight seated round table, partition off, giving him all privacy he needed, a folder in front of him, cutlery set on both sides, his suit jacket on the back of his chair, cuffs flicked back, while he waited for one to join them before his family did.

Scotch on the rocks served in a heavy crystal glass placed at his side. "Thank you."

"Anything else, sir?"

"Not at this time. Just show my guest here, when they arrive."

Removing his glass, he flicked open the folder, and read over the very detailed document, not just what they knew. A very detailed data on his life, even down to the brand of toilet paper he used. And he had thought their vetting was good. It was pathetic compared to this. Then again, it was royalty; they had to be thorough.

It seems he had been a busy boy who needs to learn from his wicked ways.

The family wouldn't have been happy yet would've brushed it under the carpet. One can't tarnish their name, especially since his son was chasing a political future that had thrilled his parents no end. He backed his children's choices and Nicholas wants to change the world for the better through the government.

Business was bad enough, politics was brutal, and very little morals involved. He never had the stomach for it; even if his parents had planned his future he had denied them, so now put all their backing and money behind their grandson. Thankfully Nicholas' heart was in the right place.

Once again they had gone one step too far for their namesake. This time it will be dealt with. The only way to deal with his parents was to play hardball. He had, and they hadn't liked it but swallowed the bitter pill of reality. No one messes with his family, not even his own.

Adam looked up and watched a confident man strut towards him. From the perfectly styled hair, suited, all the way down to this Italian leather shoes, spelled money and had the arrogance by the glint of importance in his eyes. His hand tightened around his glass. A man, who would sell his soul and did, to his own damn parents. A family favourite.

However, he faltered at the sight of Adam Langford, not his father as he was told to join. Adam waved at him closer. Straightening his shoulders, Daniel Mitchell lowered into the chair; Adam also waved away the waiter as he approached.

Stretching his neck, Daniel worked his collar. Adam leaned back into his seat. "What did you want to see me about, Mr. Langford?" He normally dealt with his parents.

"Your future with the company, Daniel Mitchell." Once more he flicked open the folder, removed a paper and read over, placed it down, and removed another. "You have been with the family for such a short time and rose so quickly to the top." He slammed shut the folder, causing Daniel to jerk, shift, and still. "Perhaps you can tell me in your own words, what you actually do for them?"

For a moment he stared at him blankly, and then focused, brows furrowed down. "What's this all about?"

Adam leaned back, resting an elbow over the back of the chair, crossing his legs, as he skimmed fingers over the folder, drawing darting eyes across and back to him. Daniel shifted in his seat. "Just wondering how far you go to please my family?"

Daniel eyed him, cagily. "Within reason. I wouldn't break the law, not they would ask me to do so."

Adam opened the folder again, flicked through pages and removed one, and peruse it over. "I'm not so sure about that." He flicked the page across the table towards him, features going taut, eyes narrowing, mouth pinched. "Insider trading is very illegal."