A few minutes before Ian and Jasmine both arrived at the underground bar, Richmond was seated in a dimly lit booth, alongside an an unknown male guest. They were both sipping their drinks quietly and concluding a negotiation, when Richmond noticed Ian walk by. Ignoring Ian's questionable presence, Richmond focused on his business, until a strangely familiar lady also passed by.
Recognizing Jasmine on the spot, even with her dark shades and head scarf, Richmond was stunned to see her approach Ian's booth.
"What the hell!" Richmond's expression turned livid when Ian stood up and hugged Jasmine as though they were long-time friends.
"Mr Gibson, is there a problem?" Richmond guest asked.
"Lance, your job begins right now." Richmond turned his frosty gaze to his guest.
"Okay, sir."
"I need to know what is being discussed in that booth, ASAP."
