"Khun, here's the report of Khun Natthakan Thittipong." Vegas receives enveloped files from his secretary. "His father is doing business with one of our subsidiary company. It seems that their standing in business is shaky now. His sister made a mistake in investing. She rather go for looks than portfolio."
Vegas scoffs a cynical smile. It's just so typical of a rich spoiled little girl that he can't help but to smile. But their lost is his gain. "How much did she lost to make them shaky?"
"300 millions dollars."
He gives a pointed look. "Wow, that's a lot. Her father must've been furious."
His secretary nods in agreement. "Speaking of fathers, Khun, your father made a move to change the ownership of the building in Shukumvit Road from Khun Macau to his name, stating Khun Macau is too young to do business."
Vegas sighs. His father just doesn't want to learn his lesson. "The wedding must be expensive," he gives a sarcasm. "Well, he will think twice if he sees my name as a co-owner."
Vegas already secured the properties under his name, but in Macau's case it's rather tricky as Macau is borderline underage and still under his father's guardianship. He will be 18 in a month. That is why their father is in a hurry.
He rather pay hefty amount of money for lawyers than letting his father's hands on what was once his mother's and rightfully Macau's. His brother will be left with nothing if their father has a say on it.
There's a ding sound coming from his secretary's hand phone. "Your father is in the elevator as we speak, Khun."
"Let him in. I want to know what he says.
In ten minutes, Kun Theerapanyakul wishes he knows what's going on inside his son's head. Vegas has perfected the art of giving smiles. Like right now, for instance. All he wants to do is strangled his father with his bare hands, but instead he offers him a drink with a fillial smile. "What do you want to drink, Pa? Tea? Coffee? Whiskey? Bourbon?"
"Whiskey is fine."
Vegas nods to his secretary whom then hurrily going to prepare the drinks. "In what honor do you wish you to see me that you come here instead of summon me to yours?"
Kun frowns. "I'm not my brother. Big polite words has zero effect on me."
Oh, yes of course. His father is always choosing to be the brash and brute one, no matter how many times his grandparents tried to refined and polished him. Vegas just doesn't understand how his father can still stand in the elite world of riches with his attitude. Maybe his bank account can soften the rudeness for many people.
"You rather hear me saying 'Hi, Pa. What the fuck are you doing in my office?' instead?"
"Vegas! I'm still your father!"
"You don't want me to be polite, you don't want me to be rude. What do you want exactly, Pa?"
"I want that building on Shukumvit Road."
Vegas hikes his brows. "That's Mom's. She willed it for me and Macau."
"That's Macau's, don't lie to me! And as his father I have the right to handle it for him!" Kun shouts, the sound is thunderous but Vegas doesn't even flinch. Gone has the days that he cowars in front of his father.
"That's ours. Mom never stated only Macau has it. It was the lawyers who divided them who said it. And I disagree, so I right it."
"You sneaky little bitch! Snake! Just like your mother. She never said anything about her possesions when she was alive."
