If Jacque wasn't a walking corpse, you'd almost be able to see a little more life in the Ventrue. Pep in his step perhaps, if not an outright deliberateness in his actions. In almost two years, he had shifted his paradigm from curing the cancer of his affliction to now unlocking powers hidden within the blood and making them work for him.
The Lord, dressed to the nines, made his way past security and into the sub-level of the Nox. As he rounded the corner into the corridor of offices, he performed his usual ritual of pressing out wrinkles and straightening his attire for proper presentation. A tug at his Rolex aligned its face properly to the outside of his wrist.
Reaching his destination he rapped on the office door. There was no doubt the Apex was waiting for him on the other side.
Alessandra