"Show for Children?" Warren Gates asked, surprised at the mans lack of scope. Why, if he aimed for children however could he get money from them. No, best to market for adults with disposable income and large gas tanks. "I don't believe I've seen it. But then again, I'm usually busy. I run Warren & Co. We started out as a simple oil company but after the war with the Viet Cong it became dreadfully clear that we had to branch out. Now our biggest contractor is the US and, surprisingly, Armenian military. Business keeps you busy, you know how it is, right champ?" 

Mr. Gates glanced over at the new comer to the conversation. Another African-American, younger than he or George but older than the one he had shook hands with already. The younger one was off flirting with one of the girls. Terribly young all of them, stinking of unearned money and cheap thrills. Use to be a time when Warren would lust after such despicable tastes but his father made sure to beat it out of him young. His dad use to say, why chase after something that you could just pay for? 

"Why, I've known Geoff for years, his father and my own served overseas pushing the Heinies back. When he passed - twenty-six? No, twenty-seven years now - I was reacquainted with Geoff and he's been a client of Warren & Co. ever since." Warren spoke, not stopping between sentences; showing surprising lung power for a life long smoker. He extended the cigar he offered George to the young Van Der Holt. " Strong family name you have there son, cigar?"