[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/24wikia/images/9/9f/Morrison.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070412082437[/img][hr][b] [color=#7E5C65]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
[b][color=#7E5C65]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Robert stood leaning against the railing of the stairs, watching the situation that should have happened earlier that day. Caesar was caving in on Adeliade's demands, having slid his cellphone on the counter for her to type in whatever information was needed. Robert himself enjoyed watching the massive man of muscle having to admit some sense of defeat in front of a much smaller lady, though he knew just as well as Adelaide that knowledge was power. He even enjoyed it for himself a bit, holding back his smile from going out into a grin, and just pulling the sides of his smile a bit. 

Though he still wanted to go and get his own things sorted out; his and Adelaide's that was. Working with Caesar didn't directly help him determine what had happened in that book store, but he had to wait for Adelaide to finish her business with the Mexican. She was the one holding all the cards, like "Mama" controlling the protagonist in the song with the same name. That's when Robert raised his brows in surprise - Yeah, he couldn't do the whole "Look at me! I can raise one brow as a time! I'm so cool!" thing, so both brows it was - at Adelaide's wording. Though she did have a point. Without trust society wouldn't function as they knew it. Besides, Wentworth couldn't possibly be as bad as he made it out to be? Robert lowered his brows and swapped looks between Adelaide and Caesar, assuming he was one of the two witnesses needed for the signing. He remained silent, this was up for the two others to iron out.