Jordan gave the room they were all gathered in a look. Mister Vanderbilt was definitely a collector. Well, he certainly had more then enough money to get whatever he wanted. If she even had a small percentage of his wealth, she'd probably be well off for the rest of her life. When Finlay asked if anyone knew what this was about, she replied.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure. Although I assume he invited me here to write something for him. From my invite, he apparently liked an article I wrote. I'm a journalist."<br/><br/>Jordan offered up, when Paula asked what everyone did for a living. She didn't add it was mostly advice column writing. She doubted she was invited here for that. Although she wasn't sure why she was here. Mister Vanderbilt had a little air of mystery about him. Probably how he entertained himself.<br/><br/>After everyone had shared their professions, Albert came to get them.<br/><br/>"Dinner is just about ready. Mister Vanderbilt requests your presence in the dining hall for dinner."<br/><br/>Albert lead the way to the formal dining hall of the mansion. A large table was set and Mister Vanderbilt, would of course, be seated at the head of it. Albert directed everyone to take seats. At each place setting there was an envelope with their names on it. Albert said.<br/><br/>"Do not open that until Mister Vanderbilt tells you to."<br/><br/>Albert said and Jordan wondered what was in it. Before she had time to think much about it, the servants came to offer them drinks.<br/><br/>Charles Vanderbilt entered the room not long after everyone was seated and given their drinks. He had no doubt that Ben would be joining them soon. He knew his grandson, money would win out in the end. Such a shame that's all the boy cared about. He gave his guests a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"Welcome to my home. I am sure you are all very curious about why I invited you here."<br/><br/>Jordan nodded her head as Charles took his seat at the head of the table. The seat to his right was reserved for Ben, who he knew would be here soon enough. The boy always liked to be late.<br/><br/>"Well, yes."<br/><br/>Jordan replied. Charles smiled and said.<br/><br/>"And I will satisfied that curiosity soon enough, Miss Wilder."<br/><br/>He had personally placed each envelope on the table and thus knew who was who based on where they were sitting.<br/><br/>"Although I learned years ago to never discuss business on an empty stomach."<br/><br/>As Charles talked, the servants brought out carts full of food for the guests to chose from. Once everyone had their food, then Charles would get down to business.