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Ianto sat calmly as he listened to the Roading Minister's rants and threats if he didn't 'rein in' his attack dogs. The speakers were rattling on the table as he looked around it, each council member sucking their cheeks in with anger as they listened to the beloved Walter get called something derogatory.
"Minister, I think you need to calm down" Ianto soothed, "It does you no good acting like you are the one being wronged. The fact is that you …"
"Do not seek to lecture me Mister Jones, you might have that village wrapped around your little finger but I…"
"Harkness-Jones, and it is Doctor actually." Ianto smiled serenely, "But actually, as a parent and grandfather of those we almost lost I think I have the right to say whatever I damned well like."
The man snorted, "Look. I am sorry, it was a freak occurrence and clearly we cannot be blame for an Act of God."
"Mister Farris, are you telling me that bridge collapse was just an…oops?" Ianto blinked slowly, turning to look at Idris who stood back against the wall listening "That these things just happen? No hard feelings and all that?"
"Exactly, now I have things to do. Good day!"
The line went dead and Ianto turned off the beeping of a disconnection. The table had erupted with anger and shock as Ianto tapped his finger then turned to Idris, "What do we know about this man?"
"He loves his plants" Idris spoke, the table falling silent as his voice was as alluring as Ianto's with the deep London growl "has an amazing glasshouse full of rare orchids. Apparently they are his pride and joy."
Ianto stared at Idris for awhile then nodded, Idris taking something from it and moving off as Ianto turned back to the table. "We did record that, right?"
"Yeah" Carl huffed, "Fucking dweeb"
"Right. Next on the list" Ianto said calmly and the next minister who was in charge of civil defence got a call. He was more alarmed and friendly, vowing to bring up the concerns of the village in open parliament, addressing Mr Farris where he could not simply push them aside.
Walter had followed his uncle from the room and Ianto did not want or need to know what orders were being given. He knew that man would be sorry he scoffed at the best fucking village in Wales.
The Hoodlums would make sure of it.
