With his part in the auction finally finished, James leaned back into the chair, a hand going up to rub across his forehead. He really hoped he knew what he was getting into. His whole controlling stake in Google? For a slave? Was this really worth it? Sadly, at this point it was a moot point. With the auction complete, the selling price was recorded. All he could do now was pay up. Pulling his phone out, he made a quick call to his financial advisor. James honestly thought the man was going to quit when he heard the request. A few choice words and a promise to not spend any more money for awhile smoothed him over luckily.<br/><br/>With that out of the way, he waved for a steward to come over. He made arrangements to rent out a luxury sweet for the next week. A special one, with a private, lockable suite within the main one. The perfect sort of place to train a new slave. With the arrangements done, he stood up and made his way over to the bar. Glancing at Katie as he passed by, he let a small smile grace his lips. All in due time sweetheart, he thought to himself. She'd be removed from the main room here shortly, and sent up to his suite. There awaited a more private and comfortable cage that she'd reside in until he arrived.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the bar, he ordered up a simple scotch over ice. Leaning up against the polished wood, James let his eyes roam out over the main gathering area. Taking in the many members, he saw how few were actually interested in the slave auction going on. While most in is immediate area were concerned with it, the hall stretched for a good 100 yards in each direction. Small groups congregated here and there, going about their own business with no care for what occurred in their neck of the woods.