Impressing the Clients

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Third person's POV

The twins arrived at the meeting place, the conference room at the amusement park's office Mr. Harding owned within the city. An unusual meeting place but since Clint reassured them that the whole place was swept clean, they agreed to meet Mr. Harding at the place.

Clint was already waiting outside the office, puffing his cigarette.

"I have a bad feeling about this, brother," Mason expressed his worry before they set foot outside their vehicle.

"I do, too. But everything is in place. Either this or we lose Mr. Harding, Mason," Marco argued to which Mason resigned and nodded. He's right.

Everyone got it wrong, they thought business owners get to choose their time. They get to spend their time as they please. But it was not the case for the Davidsons. They were practically a young empire, only a two-generation old empire, which meant they had to work extra hard and extra hours to set the foundation of their business chains deeper and wider in the market. They had to meet with shareholders and sometimes big clients personally to prove their trustworthiness and professionalism. The twins weren't raised entirely with a golden spoon like every other rich family kid. They were raised to be ruthless but respectable businessmen by their father.

And Mr. Bruce Harding was not only one of the biggest but also one of the oldest business partners they had. He go way back with their father.

So they had no choice but to show up personally.

The twins stepped out of the car as Clint came to them and gave a sympathetic half man hug. Clint knew this was not a good time and he only had to call if it was an emergency.

"He's inside waiting," Clint told the twins as he puffed the last of his cigarette and threw it away.

"How's his mood?" Mason asked. He's an excellent negotiator and emotions were one of his basis how he'll approach the person. He wanted this done right and fast.

"A little cocky," Clint answered as they entered the building. "You know old men doesn't enjoy living too long here on earth and they want every other man to feel the same."

"Is he set on his decisions?" Marco asked.

"He had his papers ready for your signatures, think for yourself." Clint's sarcasm pissed Marco off which Mason found amusing.

"I had the men on full alert since this is an unusual place to talk," Clint reminded them. "Anything off, and I mean any little fucking thing, tell me and we'll call this meeting off and have you secured immediately."

The twins only nodded as they reached the closed double doors of the conference room where two men of Harding stood guard. One of them slightly bowed to greet, the other one pushed the door open to let them in with their security.

"Mr. Davidsons," Mr. Harding greeted as he stood up and reached for their hands. The twins shook his hands bitterly but they masked it with a slight smile so as to not piss the old man off.

"I'm glad you can meet me at this ungodly hour," Mr. Harding added as they all sat at the rounded table.

"Bruce," Marco initiated, "let's get to the point. How come you didn't raise this issue to me last night at the meeting with the others?"

"Marco," he sweetly mentioned his name, almost sarcastically in Marco's opinion, "no disrespect but you're not the better talker of the team and—,"

"He can talk on behalf of the whole fucking company, Bruce," Mason didn't let Harding finish what he has to say. He was definitely the better negotiator but he cannot let anyone disrespect his brother. They were equals.