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</div><br/>Cezar Rosario liked to keep his meetings enjoyable, at least the ones that took place at his home. There was an air of ease about them that could be absent those conducted on neutral territory. Many of these men were friends, some he'd simply done business with for a long time. No one was ever trusted fully. Not all were family and Cezar was noted to be a man of suspicions. He'd not gotten as far as he had without backstabbing, and backstabbing in return. This was pleasant though, a group of successful men talking about some issues that arose with their smuggling, and then of course how to grow their cumulative wealth. A snag had prompted an unexpected meeting. Rumors were that one of their business partners was scraping a little extra off the top for himself, hence why his chair was empty. Naturally, Cezar took those sort of things seriously.<br/><br/>Closest to family present was<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F97%2F83%2F9e%2F97839e9384262b7e71df4ea2fcaa18f8.jpg&amp;hash=6476d2fce86f1d0c2a14f4c62d7d2250" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/97/83/9e/97839e9384262b7e71df4ea2fcaa18f8.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Shouhei</a>, known more personally as just Shou, Cezar's brother in law on his wife's side. His Brazilian Portuguese was difficult for some to understand, his Japanese accent thick and uncompromising, but Cezar had no issue. It had been the same thing with his wife, initially. Cezar did a lot of smuggling into Japan and China, hence his ties to those countries. He had some connections in the United States but that was tricky. That required operations from the inside, and while his wife was living there, Cezar did not allow her to handle any of his business deals. Shou, younger than his wife, had a mind for the business. He was sharp-witted and plenty of times people had slipped up when he'd pretended to be an uneducated foreigner that didn't know the language. It had been Shou that had gone over the financial reports to narrow down exactly where the problem stemmed from when things were not adding up.<br/><br/>Shou had been going over his reports, explaining his process. Cezar filled in some areas when it was obvious that some of the other Brazillian men were not following, either because the process was tedious, or because of Shou's accent. This was all just a play at civility anyway. Cezar knew exactly what he wanted to do to anything stealing from him; from the rest of them. It was still the polite thing to do to bring the issue to everyone's attention, rather than them all finding out in a more unsavory fashion. That was Cezar's style, after all. He was no stranger to violence. Brazil, in general, was a violent place to be and some of that, even with his success, had never faded from Cezar's nature. His ruthlessness paved the way for his success; he needed to be more cutthroat than the last and there was good reason to fear him.<br/><br/>His son, Lucca, hadn't been asked to be present, yet he'd come in while they were sharing a drink. A disruption. Had that been deliberate? Cezar's face was carefully controlled as he looked to his son at the end of the table, wondering what this was about. If he'd wanted to talk without everyone else being present he would have found him after. Most likely he came in now because he knew Cezar would give him the attention he wanted with those present. There was a dangerous note to his expression, going unnoticed by most, but Shou could tell. Lucca too, most likely, but the young man was bold. He would ignore the warning signals his father was giving him. For all that Cezar was, he was a good father. He loved his son and typically catered to him in ways that Shou had only witnessed with his child. Even so, the strict man had his limits.<br/><br/>“It cannot wait until I am finished, Lucca?” Cezar asked though he knew the answer to that. If Lucca had wanted to wait then he would have. Shou didn't mind the interruption. He knew they were hardly listening anyway, and it was mostly for appearances. Lucca had just saved him a lot of time explaining things no one really wanted to hear.<br/><br/>“Well, go on,” Cezar said, slightly exasperated, leaning back in his dark leather chair. He had some idea of what this was about. He did know some of what his son had been up to, after all. He knew his interest and his hobbies, and Cezar didn't really care what he did with his free time so long as he didn't neglect what would be his fortune someday in the future. Cezar was looking forward to at least a few years of retirement himself. He'd put a great deal of time into his business. His wife understood that but she was at the end of her patience. She'd been putting pressure on Cezar for years to put more time aside for her. Eventually, she'd left Brazil entirely, claiming she couldn't stand the violence anymore. She felt they had more than enough but Cezar wouldn't step down from his legacy, nor would he allow it to end with him either, no matter Lucca's desires. She understood them and no mother wanted their child to take up mantle at the head of a criminal organization. Married to a man like Cezar there was little she could do to discourage it. She knew what she was getting into marrying him.<br/><br/>Shou cleared the way for Lucca, sharing a look with Paolo. Both were probably hoping that this didn't turn into an argument. Shou didn't want to have to call his sister and tell her that her husband and her son were at odds, but tension had been building. In front of others Cezar might be a little more hidden with his reactions. Everyone else had turned their attention to Lucca, however unexpected this was. He was a man that deserved their respect. They would not seek to insult either Rosario. It didn't matter how much younger Lucca was than all of them. He'd had the best mentor there was, after all.