"He knew it was coming, he's not an idiot. Bet he's expecting me."

Giacomo got up and shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders. "Lead the way, I guess." As they left the conference room, Giacomo eyed up the people in the room and frowned, wondering which one was the guy his brother was into. It was interesting though, for a bunch of people who thought they were doing the right thing, none of them wanted to look him in the eye. "Like I said before - you need more art on the walls. This place is depressing and not just cause of the human right violations. Maybe get some pop art."