What Brandon wouldn't want is someone to cause chaos in the midst of top business people. Already some people sitted in their table were already drawn to him. He looked towards the direction of the voice that called him and the group of men standing in his presence were beginning to set apart giving room for the person to show his face. Brandon was surprised to see young master Dean. He was already tense but didn't make it obvious. As he came forth, Brandon stood confidently, with his legs a little apart and his hands clasped together. "Brandon, we meet again" he said and began to laugh sheepishly. "Master Dean, what is it again?" He asked bodly knowing fully well that he was in his territory. "I should be asking you that" Dean put his hands behind his back and began to walk around him slowly. "You know, I am surprised to see you in such a gathering and I am wondering who allowed your type in here." "But I don't look like what you think about me" Dean chuckled silently, "forge