I pull up in my solid black limosine and glance out the window. *What a magnificent building* I think to myself as we come to a stop. My limo driver gets out and runs to my door. As he opens it he bows down before me as to gesture how much lower he is than I am. I get out of my limo and slip my suit jacket on, buttoning only two of my buttons. I take a look around at the streets and notice everything seems to be in tip top shape. Then I enter the building.

As I enter I notice how nice and well kept the appearance of the building is. I see a few security guards looking at me as if I should not be here. I walk up to one of the security guards and say, "I am here for a meeting with Sasha Moreau. Which way to her office?"

'You must be Mr.Godfrey, welcome, Sir, shem as been expecting you.'

The guard punches something into his computer, an elevator door opens off behind him.

'Top floor, she will be waiting.'

"Thank you my good man and here is a little something for your trouble." I reach into my pocket, pull out a fifty dollar bill and slide it to him. "Keep up the good work!"

As I am riding in the elevator I notice that there is no elevator music, *They must turn that off at night, who do I need to pay for that?* I think to myself seeing as how that music is always terrible. The elevator is starting to to slow down and I feel I will be meeting Sasha very soon.

The elevator opens to an expansive office bigger than most apartments. The walls are plate glass offering the best view of the city as any building in the city can.

We are the top of all possible food chains here.

Sasha stands behind a desk that could easily hide 12 of her. Her back is to Spencer when he enters, while she looks out one of the huge windows over the city.

'Mr.Godfrey, i had hoped you would ignore the rumors and still come to our city.'

She refers of course to the sabbat encircling the city, and the fact he is known for surviving a similar assulat in texas...

Just the ally she needs.

"Rumors are just that Ms. Moreau, rumors. I know nothing of this city, but I did get a strange feeling as I was entering. I have not felt this in such a long time. But where are my manners, that is no proper way to introduce myself. I am sure you know all about me so let me just say this, I am loyal to my higher and anything you ask of me I will find a way to make sure it gets done."

As I walk to her desk I say with astonishment, "Isn't that just a remarkable site out there? I have not seen a city quite like this. Mind if I have a seat?"

'We are the highest point... At least until that new building is finished...' She comments with a bit of disgust in her voice. ' Thomas Arturos little project...'

She waves off her anger, giving Spencer a quick smile.

'Please do.' She returns to her desk.

"Thank you" he says while nodding his head to gesture his thanks.

"Thomas Arturos project? What would this be? Why is he building such a monstrosity? If needed I will be glad to fund the project to make sure he does not think he has the power in this city, if you know what I am talking about. We can't have someone else thinking that they are the best in the city."

Spencer takes a few breathes in, as to calm himself down after thinking about someone else having power, "I have a few questions for you Ms. Moreau, I hope that you do not mind answering them, after all I am new to this city and I would like to establish myself, and my power, rather quickly."

'We have far bigger threats than Mr. Arturo at present, im afraid...' Sasha comments before sitting down facing Spencer.

'Of course, any questions you have i will answer.'

Spencer sits there rubbing his chin, thinking about which question to ask first.

"Let's start out with the most important, where can I find the Prince? I need to introduce myself to him before it gets to late. I surely don't want to end up dead like someone back home did."

As he sits there, looking like he is thinking of another question, he thinks to himself *I am sure the Prince knows of me as I know of him. How in the hell did a Malkavian become Prince of the city?*

"Who owns what in this town? I cant establish myself without owning a place or two!" He says with a devilish smile.

"And lastly, where am I to stay at? Do we house ourselves in one mansion or do we have individual mansions, like back in Houston?"

'Dont underestimate Prince Carter just because he is a malkavian... He was a lawyer in his breathing days and his knowledge of the traditions and power to enforce them are no different than any ventrue prince..'

As a primogen Sasha has a lot of experience and respect for her prince...

' As far as who owns what... I own this tower, obviously. Mister Arturo owns the Lucky star hotel and casino, Dalton Russel owns the Red Zone..'

'You'll figure it all out quickly. You may find the luxury apartments up on the heights to be to your liking, at least until you can find a suitable peice of more permanant real estate... I can make a call and set you up with a suite at the Lucky star for now until you can make serious inquiries..' SHe offers...

"The Lucky Star sounds just fine for now. Just let them know to give me the Presidential Suite, as I will be trying my hand in a few games."

He looks at Sasha with a sad and sorry expression on his face. "Im sorry to have insulted you. I have just never seen a Malkavian Prince before. I trust what you say about him and will be sure to get to know him."

"I must be getting on my way Ms. Moreau. It was nice meeting you and I hope to see more of you. If I think of anything else I will be sure to ask you first."

Sasha waves off his apology. 'Its a common thing for newcomers to ask about. I was shocked myself when i first met him.'

She will stand and walk Spencer back to the elevator.

'A pleasure Mr. Godfrey, im sure i will see you soon. There will be a room waiting for you at the Lucky Star when you arrive..'

"Thank you again Ms. Moreau." He grabs her hand and gives it a kiss. "Have a good evening!"

He gets in the elevator and notices someone turned that god awful music on. *It must have just been a mess up on there part earlier.* As the door closes he wipes that fake smile off of his face and thinks to himself *No wonder I have heard this city is in shambles. With people like her in charge it will only be a matter of time before everyone is killed. It seems like there is no fight at all here. Only time will tell.*

As the elevator opens he sees the security guards sitting at the control desk. "How much to get you to turn that elevator music off while I am in the building?"