The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Talk

Sitting in his office, face deeply stuffed in his paperwork and mind racing with continuous thoughts, Lord Yael worked silently, accompanied by the little thrumming of rain outside his enormous window. The weather had turned great after the heavy spray or two of rain the previous night, light wind blew through trees and shrubs while the heat wave reduced to an acceptable level, but all of that natural spell couldn't bring out the best mood out of the mafia boss.

Yael was very much affected by the heated encounter he had with his father; the opposition he had faced from Ezekiel through his words couldn't describe how slashed and hurt he had felt. It was impossible not to feel such way when all he had been doing was to make his father proud and his empire grow. Yael was aware of Ezekiel's true nature and to be honest, he didn't like to connect to that part of his father very much. The need of becoming the absolute best, controlling and honoured for absolute shit was concerning, where Yael believed in paving the way through hard work and determination against the world, Ezekiel worked through making elite connections and then joining forces.

Both were right in their places, however, Yael had proved his way was astoundingly proudable as he stood where all the underworld respected and feared the man for his brilliance in the field.

The whirlpool of thoughts occupied a part of his brain, and he twirled the pencil between his fingers before continuing with the notes, trying to pry the memories off, but whatever Yael did brought nothing but more of that resentful argument.

It was the light knock at the door that rescued him out of his slipping mind composure. Leo was peeking from the crack with a file in his hand and a sheepish smile, and Yael had a hard time finding it in him not to snap at his brother when he wanted to be alone as he said.

Nevertheless, Yael nodded his head and permitted the younger lord to enter the room.

Leo trod inside, closing the door after him, and made his way to the mahogany desk of lord Yael. He pressed the file down on the glass and cleared his throat, perhaps for a reason so Yael could acknowledge him more than his presence, as he stood there silently waiting.

"Yes, Leo, what is it?" Yael asked after a second of long silence and a sigh. The man really wanted time alone, he had so much on his plate to think and sort for but damned be his luck to be this inefficient.

"The quarterly meeting has been arranged for Saturday this week....." the younger started with the report and pointed at the file ", the minutes from the previous meeting and the agendas you wanted to add are here. Hopefully, this meeting won't disappoint, and you will have a clear understanding of what you need. Yael glanced at the file thoughtfully and recollected the time from earlier when he couldn't get even a logical explanation from the people he pays a handsome salary.

"That's good. Spread the word, Leo, I won't be tolerating any behaviour unsuitable to my taste and the same goes for the tasks I have handed over. It is better if I don't see a repeat of that day," Yael ordered, flipping through the file at hand, expecting his younger brother to leave since he has said what he wanted to say and his job is done.

But not according to Leo. No.

Leo stood there waiting to get Yael's attention. He cleared his throat again and soon found himself being stared down by a very indifferent lord.

"Is there still anything left to say?" the older asked, pressing his lips in a thin line so he won't lose his composure.

"Uh...yes, actually", Leo answered briefly. He shifted from one foot to another when, finally, the nervousness struck him at once.

"And that is?" the lord raised a brow. Yael had a pretty good idea about Leo and Nova and their restlessness in the suffocating environment at home, both the father and son were calm by nature, hence the chaos of Yael and Ezekiel's bad bickering was taking a toll on them.