The meeting was beyond tedious and he and his personal security were left in a side chamber with a carafe of coffee and some tragic looking pastries. “You know in a nation renowned for its preparation of food, these ...” He gestured at the platter, “Do not look appetizing at all. Shall we go out to eat?”

She’d heard plenty of good things about the gallery and pressed through the doors with a smile on her lips. One of her favorite past times was getting lost in a museum for half the day and today was the perfect day to do so here. Wandering down the hall, she moved from piece to piece, allowing the art to envelop her and lead her through the space. She was so engrossed in a particularly expressive painting she didn’t realize she was no longer alone. But the sound of footsteps tore her attention away and she looked over to find an exceptionally handsome man by her side. “So what do you think?” Celia asked, a sly grin growing on her lips as she looked him up and down.

So this was his birthday ... 45 years old and where could he say this year had gotten him. Separated from his claim, his position in peril, his family divided from one another ... it was ideal to say the least. Oz sighed and turned slowly as he felt someone slid in next to him at the elegant bar. “Good evening.” he greeted out of pure good manners, although there were many who would claim he possessed no such thing.

Text: I am intrigued by the introduction. What sparked this need Leo?

Text: Well this is a great message. Thank you so much.

Text: I would be very happy to meet with you. What dates work best for you to meet?