Arriving at the Vincent Building a few minutes ago, Arslan sat beside Isabella in the waiting area as Vincent seemed to be tied up at the moment to meet them, so they had to wait.
Almost an hour had passed since their scheduled meeting had passed, and Arslan's patience was wearing thin with every second. He was growing increasingly annoyed with this man who seemed to think he was better than them somehow.
Arslan spent most of his time observing the talents who were coming and going from their agents' offices as he sat there. The building was a hive of activity, a testament to its success in Arslan's eyes.
Those talents seemed to be mostly girls. In fact, he'd only seen one or two young men that went inside an office that was before him earlier. They were dressed in some urban clothes like him, as they seemed to be rappers with gold chains and flashy jewelry. The two who finished their meeting with their agent's came out strolling out of the office with big grins on their faces.
