[@VarionusNW] Brian woke 5 hours later. He rolled out of bed rubbing his eyes before looking at the alarm clock that sat on his bed side table. Its red number blinked back at him, and he swatted at it lazily with one hand as it started to bleep at him. 'Beat you to it' he said to the clock, laughing at how mad he'd seem to anyone else, talking to a clock and all.

He walked over to the long wardrobe that took up one wall and reached in taking out a long black dressing gown, he pulled it on tying it at the waist before walking over to his desk, where he picked up his pocket watch and wound it a few times. Whilst he did this he also started his computer with the interface chip and read the various papers for the day.

[i]Hmm[/i] he thought to himself, [i]best take note of that situation in Cairo, and send some men to Moscow too just to be sure.[/i] Then he heard a knocking at the door. He turned to face the door, placing his pocket watch in the pocket of the dressing gown. 'Come in' he called cheerfully.

Marc walked in holding a tray, a mug of tea and a full English breakfast sat upon the tray and the aroma started to fill the room with a smell that always reminded Brian of home. 'Morning sir' replied Marc already dressed in a sharp black suit, 'where'd you like me to stick this?' he asked lifting the tray.
'Just stick it on the desk here Marc' replied Brian sitting in the desk chair.
Marc walked over and put the tray on the table to one side of Brian's terminal. 'Messy business over in Cairo sir, reckon you're already sending somebody over to check it out huh?'
'Of course' laughed back Brian digging into his breakfast, 'I'm sending Jameson and a few L3's to check it out, the PM needn't worry himself.'
'He'll be glad to hear that sir.'
'I should hope so'

Their brief exchange finished Marc left the room closing the door behind him. Brian finished his breakfast whilst sifting through various stock market reports, nothing to worry about really, except the price of tungsten was fluctuating again. He got to his feet walking back to the wardrobe and changed into one of several sleek black tailored suits that hung in the wardrobe. He transferred his pocket watch to the inside right pocket of his jacket and situated his luger and its shoulder holster on the left hand side. After that he pulled on a pair of polished black shoes and retrieved his sword stick before leaving his bedroom to walk into the living room.

He looked out over the room from the elevated landing looking down over the well appointed room. The light wooden floor and furnishings, combined with the floor to ceiling windows that took the place of two walls made the room extremely light and spacious. On one side stood a bar, complete with 4 bar stools mounted to the floor. In the middle of the room in a lowered space sat a group of leather sofas around a long coffee table, whilst on the other side of the room opposite of the bar sat a long card table, surrounded by more stools like those at the bar. In the corner where the two windows met sat a large grand piano and an antique piano stool.

On the same wall as the bar stood a small silver lift and as Brian entered the room Marc and another figure entered through the lift. 'Samantha' called out Brian smiling as he walked down the stairs cane in hand. Samantha smiled back at Brian her red lips matching her long red hair. She walked over to Brian and they gave each other a long hug.
'Cousin dearest' replied Samantha 'how have you been?' her thick New York accent standing in stark contrast to his own.
'Just excellent, company shares are through the roof, and I had a very fortunate meeting last night.'
'I heard' smiled back Samantha ruefully, her eyes darting to Marc, just long enough to incriminate him.
'Well then you must know why I asked Marc to fetch you?'
'Let me think' she replied sitting in one of sofas at the centre of the room, crossing her legs and placing a single finger on her chin, a faux inquisitive expression settling on her face. 'My dear cousin has found his soulmate at last, and asks his cousin who so happens to have a show on at Bartholomew's to come see him at once. If I didn't know better, I'd guess that he was hoping for a table at the dinner show this evening?'
Brian came and sat opposite Samantha 'I do always forget how perceptive you are'
Samantha laughed 'Just you keep on forgetting, it's the only way I stay ahead of you.' she  joked 'as for ticket for tonight you can consider it done, I'll have a word with Reggie he'll be glad to see you again'
'I shall be glad to see him again, it's been far too long' replied Brian.

They spent another 30 minutes chatting, before Samantha got up and left for Bartholomew's talking about wanting to get plenty of practice in before her performance. Marc saw her out and Brian returned to his room. Now that he'd got somewhere to go he thought he best give Arna a call and see whether or not she could actually make it. In hindsight he probably should've checked that first... but too late now he supposed.

Opening his desk draw he fished out the piece of paper with Arna's number on it and spread it out on the top of the desk pulling his phone from his outer jacket pocket. He sat thinking for a few minutes, [i]what to say... what to say... Casual? No confident and certain?[/i] In the end he just went with being simple. He rang the number and it went straight to voice mail. After the buzz he spoke in what he hoped was a confident manner. 'Hey Arna, it's Brian. I got a table at Bartholomew's for a dinner show starting about 19:30, I was wondering if you'd like to join me? Lemme know, bye.'