Cael stepped forward slowly, the click of his shoes sharp against the uneven floor. Every eye in the room followed him. The men in the room sat up, ready for their bosses command.
"I'm going to explain this once," he said, placing both gloved hands flat on Barlow's desk. "You don't have turf. You are not a voice of the people. You are just a bullying thug standing in the way of the community growth. You are purposely blocking something that will bring new jobs and developments to this town. You have crumbling influence and a handful of underpaid muscle you use to loot and destroy properties and businesses in the name of protests. "
Barlow leaned forward, toothpick twitching in annoyance. "You got balls, I'll give you that. As a bitch ass ninny, coming here alone saying all this to my face…" He leaned back in his chair smirking, " but all this is not my business, the people respect my decisions more than that of the mayor's"
