â€œSo sheâ€™s been informed then? Excellent,â€ Adrian Schneider smirked at his reflection in his coffee as the man who had called him about Sophieâ€™s capture hanged up. Today had been a decent day overall despite the hassle of work and now he has to deal with another one who canâ€™t pay up. Now he had half a mind to throw the cup across the room. This was something that was so common that it, over time, became rather amusing. First they come to one of his men asking for drugs and then when the time comes to pay up most of them get so deep in the hole that that they canâ€™t crawl out of it. Eventually he lost count of those who owed him and usually killed anyone who didnâ€™t pay up like they were supposed to.<br/><br/>Running a hand through his hair he sighed and waited for his men to bring the girl to him. The routine was always the same. He would give a slight warning and then heâ€™d be rough, never making it know he had thoughts about killing them right off the bat. That just wasnâ€™t his style, honestly. Ransom was a bit more entertaining. The possibility of more expendable people under his control was amusing as well but that wasnâ€™t really something he was into. Slavery died off years ago. He ran a mob not some slave trade or whore house, hell he refuses to go down that road despite how tempting the huge cash it brings in is. Then again if he didnâ€™t get his money, then he might just have to throw poor Sophie into that horrible life.<br/><br/>There was a knock on the door and a man poked his head in slowly, â€œTheyâ€™re here.â€<br/><br/>â€œExcellent.â€<br/><br/>â€œShall I tell them to bring her to you immediately or have them wait?â€<br/><br/>Adrian smirked, â€œHave them wait. I have a few things I need to attend to first.â€ The man gave a nod and shut the door quietly. Moving behind his desk, he pulled out a few numbers of people he needed to contact, all in the drug business as well. From what he understood he owned them a cut of Sophieâ€™s debt. If he didnâ€™t get it to them he was in some deep shit. In this business sit doesnâ€™t matter how high up you are or if youâ€™re a leader, you piss someone off youâ€™re going to get wacked. End of story. It was bad enough he had to delay having the money for them. So he hoped to somehow get that money before they come knocking on his door demanding it.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>Had he not been having dinner with his great grandfather he probably would have answered his phone when he got the call. The man was pretty strict about that sort of thing, which was understandable since it was pretty rude damn whenever someone just pulls out their phone in the middle of a conversation. After excusing himself from the table, he left the restaurant, which his great grandfather owned, and listened to his voicemail as he slowly walked to his car. When he noticed it had been Leslie he was pretty surprised by it, unable to recall the last time she has contacted him. That wasnâ€™t really what bothered him, what bothered him most was the fact that she had chosen the worst possible time to contact him. From the sound of things she had a crisis on her hands and he really wasnâ€™t sure that he could help out.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t that he didnâ€™t want to, he tries to be a good friend to those who have won his friendship, but he wasnâ€™t sure if he would be permitted to. And this was so out of the blue. Blame the strict rule of his great grandfather for needing permission, but on the other hand there was also a bad feeling about this in the pit of his stomach. On the other hand he did owe her since she helped him out a few years ago when he was in a tight spot. This was out of the blue, but he wasnâ€™t someone who didnâ€™t turn down helping out a friend in need and from the sound of things she seemed desperate. Nikolai didnâ€™t have many friends to begin with because of his awkwardness among other things but the ones he did have he valued quite a bit.<br/><br/>Navigating the missed calls he pulled up her number and responded to her voice mail. When she answered he listened to her explanation, â€œIâ€™ll be there when I can, in a few hours probably,â€ was all he said in reply. He knew that he would have to sneak over to her place and hope and pray that it wasnâ€™t so evident that he was missing. After getting into a bit of a mess, having a Hunter after him a few years ago, his great grandfather told him he wasnâ€™t to get himself mixed up with anything huge that might expose his identity. The last thing he needed was another Hunter after him. It had taken him weeks to shake the other one off his tail. Never again, heâ€™s been careful about keeping a low profile ever since not to mention he knew his great grandfather would dismember him if he ever disobeyed him.<br/><br/>His wrath was one of the only things in the world he was afraid of.<br/><br/>Shaking that thought of his mind, Nikolai sighed and then made a few calls to let a few people know he was going to be gone for awhile, calling off work as well, after he got back to his apartment. This has been a long day; he needed some rest for awhile before he met up with Leslie. He took an hour nap before he left for Leslieâ€™s place. It would be a few hours at most before he got there since he didnâ€™t live in the immediate area.