The Businessman, The Move, & The Choice
"Welcome, Sebastien"
Sebastien looked over his aviators upon stepping out from the private jet he used to get to the country his son, Henri, have gotten so familiar with.
The pilots and other flight crew stood by the side and bowed their head as a respect before returning to their job. His cold eyes darted to his trusted, for the lack of a better word, his right hand man.
Leo was dressed in a nice black long sleeves and a simple black jeans, he just had finished his cigarette and just pumped the last lungful of its smoke before tossing the cigarette butt to the floor. He turned to his right side when someone handed him his small luggage.
"Shall we go?" Leo asked and he nodded silently as they approached the waiting car for them.
Sebastien sat down at the back seat as Leo made his way to the driver's and drove away, "Comment ça va, monsieur?" /How are things with you, sir?/