Jason Cross strode further into the room of his family's stolen empire, his polished leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the marble floor as he gazed at the hyenas that were surrounding him only moments before, who now stood rooted in confusion and maybe a bit of trepidation.
The way he looked at that moment, standing there like he owned the place, made Martha grit her teeth in anger. She wanted to bite his neck off.
So what if they had no leverage? He was still in their house!
What the hell did he want to do?!!
Harold and Frank, and his aunt, Martha, turned to each other and nodded, and Martha took out a remote control, clicking the button to call the guards. Jason watched this happen. This progression was good too. Show them your capabilities.