“Perrier, yes, please.” He said.<br/><br/>walking over to the gestured chair and sat, Jaroslav's legs was opened wider than what any man would deem necessary, he just liked to give himself room, is all. He leveled his elbows on his thighs and placed his gloved hands over his knees, his back was still straight as a needle as his shoes was pointing forward. His eyes was no longer on the woman as they started to wander again, but he was listening, he was always listening, he just heard better when he didn't look at them. His fingers began to squeak again as he open and closed his hands, his slacks fabric bunching up some as he did this—he didn't tap his foot! No, that irritated the hell out of him, he was relaxed now, his hands a little twitchy, but there was nothing to be nervous about, so he wasn't.<br/><br/>This was his first time with a big company, though, he wasn't new to the brothels, but this was something well thought out, he didn't find the place, a friend on the force did, he was just assigned here, to survey the area. Let's rephrase the last sentence—no one found the place—it was just 'word on the street' stuff that floated into the ears of one of his workers, they told him and he went out on the hunt. So, a few cities, three 'cases',<em>many</em>packs of cigarettes, and two weeks later, he was here, sitting in the very office of the brothel owner herself.