His steps were smooth but calculated as he walked within the mansion. His eyes would at times wander around to ensure that there were no surprises coming his way and so that if things went wrong, he knew the directions he had taken towards the main room. He made sure that his body posture was perfect though he was tired from an eight-hour flight and only time to shower and change to get here. The only thing he had consumed was a smoothie just to feed his body something.
The last thing he needed was his stomach announcing loudly that he was starved, he knew the man that owned this place would shame him and his legacy. After all, they were rivals and here he was, coming to him with a few guards but a lot more stationed outside that way waiting for something to go wrong.
