Valentine's building

"Mr. Hosek! To what do I owe this honor?" Peter O'Connell stood up with an outstretched hand.

Valentine took it with a polite smile, "Mr. O'Connell, the honor is mine, thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice,"

Peter looked around him, he had concluded that the restaurant that was right across from the building that the man owned wasn't chosen without a solid reason. To top that, the place was fully booked just for the two of them. He smirked, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you brought me all the way here to threaten me, or worse!"

Valentine smiled lopsidedly, "I wouldn't begin to dream of it, trust me, my intentions are purely professional,"