As he had done last time, Miach had once booked the private dining room from the Tower Bridge Bistro.
Last time, he had hoped the scenery would help set people in a relaxed mood, and now he prayed for it. Sipping a glass of pina colada, he double-checked the arrangements. A couple of tables had been set side by side to provide a resting place for those who would like to sit, and he had kept the business-like center tables. On the far side was the buffet, full of the bistro's tantalizing specialties, and he did his best not to look in that direction. He had even warned the staff that this might be a heated meeting.
Soon, the first guests would arrive, and the meeting would actually start. He had no idea what would happen... and doubted anyone had.