Jacob stood in the open doorway of the balcony enjoying the cool night air on his bare skin when the ringing of his cell brought him back to reality. He answered and was informed that he indeed had clients for this evening and the office had took the liberty of making reservations at The Westgate, his prefered meeting place, and reservations were also made at Le Fountainebleau, the hotel's restraunt/lounge under the name Knox for 9 pm. Jacob hung up and dressed into one of his several suits tailored to fit his 6'1" athletic frame. He chose his black suit with a black shirt and tie to go with it. Black, he thought went well with his dark complexion and short jett black hair. He tried a goatee and then just a mustache and decided to just go clean shaven with modest sideburns. One of the advantages of being a shapeshifter was never having to shave.<br/><br/>Jacob arrived a few minutes early but the table was open and in a quiet secluded part of the lounge, just like he prefered. He took a seat and ordered a modest but very nice selection from their wine cellar to sip while he waited on the Knox's. Jacob had learned that when dealing with people of wealth that they often ran just a little behind schedule as a show of power. He didn't mind a bit, he rather enjoyed the wine collection at Le Fountainebleau and he had as much time as was needed.<br/>The waiter poured him a small taste in his glass and he swirled it around and drank a small bit then nodded to the waiter who finished filling his glass. He informed the waiter that he would be enrertaining guests and that he expected the service to be prompt. Jacob was a regular guest here at The Westgate not one of those celebrities or such that blew in twice a year and he tipped well and expected to be appreciated. He checked the time and guessed that the Knox couple would be arriving soon and just relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere.