Notes

Sasha opened his mouth to respond, met with a beep before any words could get passed his lips, he furrowed his brows and threw his phone onto the other side of the couch. Did he really need to bring security? Without a doubt. A few bad outcomes surfaced to the front of his mind, all of them centring around the idea of what would happen if either of them lost their temper at the other and how stranded Sasha would be without backup. Despite his smug and cocky act he still feared Leon. No one in their right mind wouldn't. The guy was ruthless. He massaged his temples, reaching out for his phone and sending a quick text to his right-hand man to follow him from a distance in case things got out of hand.

With that, he pushed himself to his feet to take a rummage around his wardrobe. His only formal outfit being picked out in less than two minutes. It was his go to for situations like this. The outfit in question consisted of a dark grey blazer, with matching dress pants, he'd considered this to be one of his most expensive items of clothing. Underneath the blazer he usually wore a crisp, creamy button up. To top it all of he grabbed a pair of creepers, their small platform lending him an extra two inches, along with the pearl necklace he never managed to forget. The necklace was more of a good luck charm than anything else. In as little time as possible he got dressed up, unbuttoning the first couple buttons to allow him some room to breath and slipping a small knife into the blazer's inside pocket. Being prepared for the worst didn't hurt, after all.

The drive there ended up becoming a nightmare, an unusual amount of traffic slowing him down, thankfully it didn't result in his lateness. No, he aimed to be earlier so instead he arrived just on time. His security trailing behind him, out of sight and out of mind. As soon as he saw the man in question he slowly clapped his hands, extending his right hand out in offer of a handshake. "Good to know you actually turned up."