Three knocks. That's all Sun gave him to make himself presentable before she entered. "Vincent, we need to talk." She called into the apartment as she maneuvered around the disheveled clothes he must have clearly stripped off hastily during his tryst last night. "What is your plan for security?" He had to know exactly what she was talking about. The pack needed extra buffs for the local businesses they manned in case another incident occurred. She had the feeling the mastermind behind it all was hardly done yet... However she was talking to no one, the apartment was empty to her surprise.<br/><br/>Sun picked up her phone and dialed. "Where are you? We need eyes and ears everywhere, not you lazing around." She retorted as she stood in the door frame. She frowned, rolling her eyes. "I've been making rounds all morning. We need security plans figured out stat. Why my father is so fond of you is beyond me considering how inadequate you are, but being a little more on the ball would be great. I'm under enough stress as it is without you dragging your feet on important tasks." This was probably the most she'd spoken in days, to anyone. For whatever reason, Vincent could get that out of her. Most likely from sheer irritation of his being. Not to say he was inadequate, but just the way her father praised the man gave him leave to think he was so much better than everyone and that was more than enough to get peeved about. Perhaps only one thing would come of her succeeding her father, getting rid of this pompous ass.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Tap tap tap, came the call at his window. Xavier dreaded what it might entail, but answered nonetheless. As expected, it was the Supreme's familiar who bade the message. He was expected to make the trip to her home, with the Tarot. He sent the dark bird home with understanding that he would be there shortly, though with a heavy heart. Not that her familiar would much care for his concerns about the request his master was making.<br/><br/>Upon arriving, he was shown in by the help and directed to waiting in the parlor with a fancy set of tea and cakes. Only proper of course from a well-to-do household. He patiently waited for his superior to greet him. Bowing, he gingerly placed the Tarot on the tabletop as though it were a ticking bomb on the verge of bursting. His lips were pursed, eyes and brows frowning with concern. He wanted to give warning, though he wasn't sure exactly how to word it in a way she wouldn't be offended. "I know what you're asking, Georgina. But like I've stated before, this isn't a situation resolved with the Tarot."