Desmond walked into a room with a mixture of endearingly vibrant colors. This modern, multifunctional restaurant looked like a place for the wealthy. He surveyed the restaurant and noticed two middle-aged men in Brioni suits, they signaled to him and he approached them menacingly, he was adorned with a pitch-black Armani suit with a watch that was practically drenched in diamonds. He reached the table, exchanged handshakes, and sat down opposite the both of them.
" Good to see you, Mr. Landon."
Desmond didn't respond, his eyes were cold and his expression stone-faced. He signaled to the waiter and placed an order.
"I would prefer if you went straight to business," he said as he locked his arms.
"Okay well, the thing is…" he trailed off as he reached into his suitcase to bring out some documents. He spread them on the table, looked back at Desmond, and continued.
"I hope you know what these are."
