Being raised in an affluent family wasn't as simple as many would've thought. A certain standard had to be adhered to at all times, family 'friends' whom secretly sought to carry out their ambitions needed to be compromised with, and playing the information game without showing one knew too much. It was a chore, but Lucas had no problems with it. When not stuck in such situations, access to an exorbitant amount of funds opened many opportunities and abilities to do.

Today was simply a splendid example of just that. Lucas - along with a number of trusted advisors - were attending a technology convention today. Due to his family being a lead competitor within military arms business, knowing what others outputted was a must. His company's latest gadgets were also out for display, but the spokesperson for that was delegated elsewhere. He was simply there for enjoyment and public face. 

"Would you look at that," he said as he stopped by a booth. Before him was a holographic interface. The monitor wrapped around the arm - almost like a bracelet. "Developmental phase. Invests being sought after."

"A prototype to be exact." The company spokesperson appeared, a pretty brunette dressed in the proper business attire. Sharp. "Our main contractors - namely private military companies and the U.S. military - have already placed a substantial order on the holographic arm disks."

"Impressive," Lucas said. "What's the return for the investor? A split of the profit - perpetuity or a fixed time?"

"We ask that you invest in our company directly," said the woman. "Stocks to be exact. Dividends will be distributed accordingly to how much of the company one has 'bought' so to speak."

Lucas nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. A pleasure, Ms...?"

"Angela Vedders." They shook hands. "And you are?"

Lucas sighed. The woman clearly hadn't researched her competitors all that much. If she did, she'd know that his family's company was already developing something similar to what they had on display, but was much more ... portable. "Kellan," he replied. "Of Astra Industries."

He turned away before Angela had time to respond. He hid a smirk. He scanned the crowd for no one in particular as he moved to the next booth. He stopped by a booth. A virtual training simulator of some sort was being put on display. Looking to his left, he saw another brunette who seemed interested yet uninterested with everything going on. Without having met her once, a strong dislike welled within his gut. Why was that?

He cleared his throat. "A good concept," he commented on the VR object in question, "but the price limits the clientele. You new to the convention? Each year, the faces never seem to change."