"You are losing your way." The older Valerius spoke calm as he moved a piece on the chess board. He was playing a match with Caesar much to Caesar's ire. The old man did not give him much of a choice when it came to playing, it was a must, always kind of like tradition.
"Losing my way?" Caesar asked watching the board with attention.
"I heard you were going mad over that Thompson girl."
Caesar made his moved, "And?" he asked totally unbothered. His father eyed him then back to the board, "Is this what you called me here for?"
"Yes. What else was I to do when your people come crying to me about the lack of competence of their Chairman."
Caesar clicked his tongue in annoyance. "They could have come to me with their concerns" they exchanged a couple of moves before Caesar secured his victory. "Since they refuse to come to me. I will go to them."
