Father and son Marcus Lanzo were in a closed door meeting for over four hours. At first there were a lot of shouting and Senior Marcus Lanzo had even slapped his son but after all the shouting and blaming game, the father and son realised they had to sit and and come up with another plan.
Madam Lanzo, Marcus Lanzo's mother brought in tea and snacks herself when she noticed that the shouting had stopped, the atmosphere was less volatile. If she had sent one of the stewards, the father and son might have sent the stward back out without allowing them to accomplish the task they were sent.
The father and son were like this, it's not new. Too alike if you ask her, both of them not giving way to each other.
Madam Lanzo set the tray down, looking at the state of the study. She sighed bitterly, wondering when all this was going to stop