While the party had just begun nit had already grown to a grand scale on the expansive yacht. Business partners,  rivals, politicians and even a few escorts. He had planned the party in celebration of his most recent venture though the tall man in his mid forties had not expected it to be a stag party. And while the liquor flowed freely many were as unhappy with the current company that was offered to them. So he had several members of the crew depart the ship and go in search of the fairer sex on the nearby beaches and clubs. Admittedly the host had no experience in these parties. He hadn't actually been to what most people would consider a party since college. Even then those gatherings had been planned months in advance and we'll advertised. This had been an impulsive move by a man that normally planned out every move, every step of his life had been practically premeditated. And so after the dealings had been done he opted instead of simply moving on to the next deal, the next plan to shift from his normal routine.<br/><br/>Samuel Baker walked the decks of his yacht the Nirvana, with one large hand in the pocket of the his slacks fine leather shoes of the same origin sounded off the wooden deck. His other meaty hand held three fingers of bourbon. Broad shoulders and his masculine physique were vaguely shrouded by the white shirt. Though the tie and coat that would have made his Dormeuil Vanquish suit complete had been discarded earlier in the evening. Left in his stateroom because of the warm evening air. He smiled that charming smile that put others at ease, and looked out over the still growing crowd with his icy blue eyes. Though despite the smile on his face, and the warmth in his eyes, the dark haired man struck an imposing image. Tall with a forming tan only a week old since his yacht had arrived and he'd given up the hurried travel by plane for the relaxed life of travel at sea. Well muscled but not the chiseled physique he sported in his youth. He was on top of the world. But always felt out of place at the constant black tie dinners and formal parties. That feeling had been what drove him to have a party like this. His entire life had been spent on a path, surrounded by his own. He had turned his family's small fortune into a financial empire. But he'd spent nearly his entire life in pursuit of one thing. More!<br/><br/>He'd done well to navigate the crowd of people. To converse with those he knew he should keep close, and to avoid those that he should avoid but watch. Until he found himself ambushed by a senator from Mississippi who had been strongly opposed to his recent purchase of a offshore drilling contractor. And while the senator said his niceties and prodded him for information Samuel sighed and smiled his nicest smile. Both knew they didn't want to talk to each other. But neither would admit it. No the senator's objections held no weight. They didn't even slow him down. But this was how business was done.