Chapter Eleven III

"I want you to watch Vincent's every move, everything that he's planning to do, and to whom he'll have a transaction with. I don't trust him. He doesn't think well and he's been impulsive with his decisions. I have to make sure that he's doing well, in our business," Venedict told Kingston who was now sitting on the couch.

Venedict intertwined his hands and rested his elbow on the desk. Kingston on the other hand put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it.

He blew smoke. "You're right, Boss. He's impulsive and he gets easily distracted. He's far from Vincent I knew before who was too focused on growing the business rather than getting busy with things that didn't benefit him at all."

Venedict clenched his jaw. "I don't know what his problem is and the decisions he's making now are all pointless, and not beneficial. He's also trying to get out of the collar I tied around his neck ever since he was born. He's try