Neven ran a comb through his hair one more time, making sure that it lay on his head obediently. His suit was in order as was the rest of his formal clothing, it wouldn't do to come to meeting looking casual or disheveled, so he wouldn't. He found a seat two or three away from the self-righteous girl and waited impatiently for the meeting to start, they should at least have snacks out. Neven's fingers softly tapped the table as he glanced from object to object, bored already.