<span style="font-style: italic">Laz noticed Salazar come in. Due to being behind Kinoshin his look darkening went unnoticed. This was highly unexpected. He looked down to Kinoshin then back to Niko. Then to Salazar. His eyes narrowing. He figured that Niko would not sit after the last confrontation. His hands almost fisted as he recalled the not too pleasant close encounter with one of the droids that seemed to be upon that boys person at all times. He narrowed his eyes on Salazar. He took note the kid didn't seem to realize WHO he was coming in here with. He looked at the man as he froze. He could tell this would be a bad time of any to mention anything. Besides which....he had to make sure Kinoshin's...negotiations...didn't get too out of hand if things went arrey. Then again Niko either was a step ahead of them or ignored commentations as he saw fit. He narrowed his gaze and then ignored Salazar for now.</span><br/><br/>Nico nodded his head and sighed. The second they entered he shook his head. Pulling out what looked to be a disk. Pressing it and several things. "No thanks. I learned last time not to trust any invintations to sit from you Mr. Director. This time I brought my own. Thank you though. They are very nice seats...when not rigged to attempt to force negotiations your way." He said in a sweet yet pointed comment. Smiling a bit. Then let go of the disk. It turned into a hovering cushion stool thing. He looked at Salazar with his eyes asking if he wanted one. Looking back to the director. "As you have said yourself Mr. Director...one can't be too careful these days." His smile not the normal true warm ones.<br/><br/>He grew serious as the man spoke. Merely looking amused. "Is there? Fascinating." He said and it was impossible to tell if that was serious or sarcasm. His face gave nothing away. "Invited to? Everyone knows the ones you are "invited" to...is those trying to keep their rights to freedom." He said with a sweet smile. His eyes looked at him. He leaned back without falling. "I see..." His tone turned serious and almost deadly. "You are trying to get Dom's contract. Don't play around the bush with me Mr. Director. You want to talk then you talk. I don't come here to play games. I want that I'll go to some school in the states with highschoolers." He stood up from his seat.<br/><br/>"You want Dom's contract? Funny...I made sure to outbid you for the express purpose of keeping his right to freelance safe from you." He moved forwards and his hands touched the desk. "Now see...Dom's contract...I wouldn't give up when you buy them to own them. I bought him...and keep him from you...to protect him from your empire. I help you with your drifters and your bikes Mr. Director...but..." He pulled back. "Its not like you are willing to sign over your ENTIRE empire AND all rights to the Drifters and their wheels? Now is it?" He asked in a strangely to the point cold and almost sardonic tone.<br/><br/>"No? I can tell by the look on your face you aren't." he moved back to his seat. "In that case...lets move along to the REAL reason why you called me here Mr. Director. You said you have a project you wished me to look at?" He said in a very businessmany and no nonsense cut the crap tone. "Let's discuss what we are really here for. Your time is valuable and I have other things to do than argue with you over some childish fantasy to rule the drifting world. Speak on this project." He saw Laz looking at Salazar. "Pay my companion no mind Mr. Director. It is not like you yourself have no had..." he looked at Laz. "...uninvited guests at our meetings. Ignore the others and talk business. Or I can leave. I came here to hear you out but if you don't talk business I can stay for the drifters and their wheels...without wasting further time with you." He said.<br/><br/>He was more confident and harsh sounding than he felt. His eyes and tone betrayed nothing but his heart was racing out of his chest.