William didn't use violence. He didn't need to most of the time. He had people for that, if the situation called for it. That wasn't to say he was weak in any way. He prided himself on his physique and trained with a boxing instructor three days a week. He just preferred to use his strengths in other areas before resorting to violence. It always raised too many questions.

With an effort that mildly surprises him - James is wiry but apparently very strong with it - William shoves his son away and straightens his tie.

"You and your siblings would be nothing without the family, the business, the money. How well would June fair on her own without somewhere to come whenever her latest hairbrained scheme to be a fashion designer fell through? Demetri's career would be over without my financial support for the Mayor. A word in the wrong ear at your precinct is really all it would take to see that you rose no higher. Daniel's clients might cost me something to dissuade away from his so called art, but everyone has a price." He finished his drink and set the glass on the counter. "All I ask is that you and your siblings tow the family line in public. This is hardly that, now is it, James?"