Footsteps echoed through the penthouse past midnight. Christian's posture straightened as his eyes followed the sound — he was not expecting any visitors and his security hadn't given him any notification of a visitor let alone an intruder.
He softly pushed his chair back, using his bare foot to an advantage to collect a weapon and approach his door when the sound was approaching.
The door swung open.
"Jesus, Christian!" An older woman screamed as a rifle was pointed in her face. "Mother," he snarled out to the dyed blonde-haired woman. "Sorry," He apologized, withdrawing the weapon. "Real nice," Her accent came out thick as she walked into the office with her entourage which included a female and two males. "I have confidential documents, they cannot be in here," Christian told his mother, "Ms. Theresa, we'll be right outside the door," The male notified her before exiting the office with the others.
"What did I tell you about sneaking up on me," Christian genuinely asked as Theresa sat down carefully in her short, form-fitted red dress.
"I was not sneaking. What? I can't visit my son?" Theresa asked as she crossed her legs.
"Not like this?!" Christian outburst echoed through his halls. "What got you so jumpy? You doubled up on security," Theresa questioned her son.
The short-lived amusement and playfulness she possessed disappeared. "Did father not tell you?" Theresa shook her head at her son, "It's been a tough couple of days." He admitted as he sat beside his mother. "My love, what happened?"
Christian blinked twice as he contemplated disclosing the trouble to his mother. "Father has made quite the stir in the meeting he has attended so far,"
Theresa released a chuckle as an amused smirk grew on her lips. "Do tell, my son" She egged him on. He folded his lips, "You know, he was promised one of the eastern territories if he accepted to become the sixth family organization. The territory that he demanded belongs to Sonny Corinthos, do you know him?"
Theresa thought for a moment before shaking her head, "Anyways, from what Father told me, Mr. Corinthos has this "moral" code of the importation of substances, although he used to run drugs at one point for a man named Frank." Christian explained as the lady listened. "You know father..." Christian words dragged off as he raised his brows.
"He doesn't give a fuck," She mumbled receiving a nod from her son. "So, the other families tried to be arbitrators in the dispute between Father and Corinthos but the meeting ended without a conclusive decision." Christian took a breath as he leaned back. "Father and Corinthos met in a private meeting and I guess whatever ego boost they were on in the meeting mellowed out and they came to an agreement. Corinthos will get a profit from the funds we collect."
Theresa grimaced, "James has two other territories here, and he has more to choose from..why did he want that one?"
"It's hidden," Christian answered swiftly, "Apparently the South Americans used to deal with Corinthos in the past too — dealing with different undisclosed products — so, they are familiar with that specific route."
"So, your father listened to me for once and teamed up with Pedro?" She asked with an accomplished smile, it widened as her son nodded. "Do you know why I was so adamant for him to build that relationship?" She asked.
"Pure blocks equal to hard cash," He whispered triggering a snap and point from Theresa, "Bingo"
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