Zach sat in a small cafe with his feet propped up on a small coffee table as he lounged in a plush chair. The place was nearly empty as Zach waited, non too patiently, for his father to arrive. Apparently someone was selling on their turf and it required pulling Zach out of classes to speak of. The teen really just wanted out of the "family business" but short of dieing, that wasn't going to happen. It was well known he was lined up to take over if anything happened to his father, nothing he was looking forward to really. "The hell is taking this man so long?!" Zach groaned close to just calling his father and tell him he's leaving if he didn't get there in three minutes.