Chapter Fourteen IV

"Thank you, Mr. Mogilevich. I'm looking forward to working with you." Vincent accepts the man's hand offering a handshake. They shake hands and eventually parted ways after minutes of casually talking. 

"Woah, that's nice," Kingston who just arrived get the glass of wine on the table and drank it. 

Vincent checked his wristwatch. The meeting took three hours of his time. It somehow made his throat dry so he motioned his hand to call a waiter. 

"Yes, Sir?"

"I want a cold glass of water," he said gruffly. 

"Is that all, sir?" 

Kingston on Vincent's side spoke, "One chicken fettuccini alfredo and smoked creamy salmon please."

"Okay sir, is that all? We have—"

Vincent interrupted. "That's all. You can leave now."

Kingston chuckled and took a deep breath. "You should at least let him finish and do his job."

The glass of cold water that Vincent ordered arrived. The waiter put it fastidious