Saphira went into the kitchen and came back out quickly with a tray of fruit. After placing it down, she glanced at the rest of the table and was satisfied. She pours herself some wine, walks over to the sound system and turned on the music. The sound was loud, but not loud enough so people had to yell at each other. Saphira walks over to Mark with a soft smile. "I'm glad you came Mark." She says sweetly. "I'm glad you're one of the few people who wants to be my friend because of me, and not because of my bank."