The Consortium's Heir

The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Chapter 148

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The dinner invitation was to be held at IUV Xenon Hotels in two days time, so there was no rush for the both of them to attend it.

Darius had to admit that Maxwell Finn had a shrewd look to things. The reason was that Darius had just been discharged from the hospital, so it would be completely counterproductive to invite him to on the day of his discharge.

His decision to invite them two days later was a thoughtful one, and even though Darius was heavily biased against the Finn Conglomerate, this at least scored them some brownie points in preparation for the upcoming dinner.

The two days passed quickly without any major events happening, and it was now the night for the dinner.

Darius who was now in tip top shape put in more effort in his dressing than usual. Usually on occasions like these, he would dress casually, but this time he wanted to strike an impression on Maxwell Finn, and come out as overbearing.

No matter what trump card Maxwell Finn had that he thought he could use to escape vengeance from the Reid Consortium, he needed to make sure that he was on the backseat on the negotiations from the very start. As such, he was dressed in a black tuxedo that brought out his charm, with his hair neatly styled. He still wore the wristwatch Bruce got for him, as the wristwatch had a sentimental value attached to it.

When he was done dressing, he completely shed his image of a naïve son of a wealthy consortium, and came off as a top head of the said consortium. There was this imperial aura surrounding him, and even his grandfather was taken aback at the aura he gave.

Speaking of his grandfather, he was also dressed exquisitely and domineeringly in a black three piece suit, a hat and an intricately designed cane. With a pair of round glasses to top it off, he completely nailed the mafia head look.

Coupled with the fact that he had been the head of a financial group way longer than Darius was, his aura was even more suffocating and overbearing.

Darius couldn‘t help but let out a helpless sigh at that. Maxwell Finn was definitely in for a long night.

“Let‘s go.” Darius grandfather said, and with that he walked past the hallway displayed with different artistic exhibitions, with Darius following closely behind. This time around, rather than James Reid favorite white Rolls–Royce, a stunning black Maybach was parked neatly, with Bruce waiting for their arrival in the luxury car. Darius gave a small smile as acknowledgement to Bruce as he and his grandfather got inside the vehicle, and Bruce returned Darius greetings with a smile of his own, before driving out of the Reid Mansion; his destination IUV Xenon Hotels.

The ride to IUV Xenon Hotels, the only 10 star hotel owned by the Finn Conglomerate themselves was pleasant and uneventful. Darius and his grandfather engaged in light

conversations along the way, ranging from how Darius‘ standalone company; West Atlantics Int‘l was faring to how he was adapting to his responsibilities as the heir to the Reid Consortium.

Before the conversation between them could take a more serious tone, Bruce arrived at IUV Xenon Hotels.

The hotel really lived up to its expectations as a 10 star hotel. This was expected, as it was one of the forefront ventures the Finn conglomerate had paid a lot of attention to. Everything in the hotel was of the best quality, so it was no wonder as to how it maintained its status as a 10 star hotel.

It was said to rake in a whooping sum of over 100 million dollars monthly in pure profits alone, which was an annual profit of 1.2 billion dollars yearly. It was an astronomical sum, even for Darius. As they made their way to the private room where the meeting would be held, both Darius and his grandfather were impressed at the high level of management that had gone into managing the hotel. It wasn‘t everyday they saw a hotel of this caliber. After walking more than three minutes, the two of them finally arrived at the location for the dinner invitation. There was already an expensively dressed waiter waiting for their appearance at the door, hence the moment he saw them, he bowed deeply and opened the door for them, before guiding them to their seats.

The room they were having the dinner was spacious and lavishly designed, and it was obvious that Maxwell Finn wanted to impress them before the dinner even started.

There was a table in the center of the room, and on the table were many exquisite and delectable looking dishes Darius presumed to be made by a first class chef. However, the most eye catching thing on the table wasn‘t the meal, but a man in his early fifties that was seated composedly beside the table. He had black hair with some grey patches that was slicked back, and he was dressed in a brown three piece suit, and a limited edition Rolex wristwatch adorned his wrist.

Like Darius and his grandfather, he had also decided to look his best. After all, this was a very important meeting for him and the Finn conglomerate.

Of course, this man was none other than Michael Finn‘s father and the current head of the Finn Conglomerate; Maxwell Finn.