Antonio Larigou sat drinking a bit of wine in front of his pool. The ocean air blew across him.
He was relaxing on his Ocean Luxury Yacht. It was unnamed just a large NFIC logo... he never liked naming boats, his liners were always named by whom ever first captained them. On the other side of the massive ship was a large Heliport capable of handling 4 Choppers, right now only one was sitting waiting for the two from the Conference to come meet him.
He had large assortment of foods prepared for the two. When your the worlds largest Transporter and processor of foods you need to put on a show. He smiled seeing a Massive Liner Leaving port heading to another right on time.
His Satellite phone rang, it working off the satellite network NFIC had set up for the Shipping industry, He looked down it was the Executive VP, she probably had information on some of their new plans. He would call her back at a latter date, she may be Firian and attractive but was also a fierce business woman.
First he had to see what these two wanted to talk to him about and their propositions...
ooc: only PUR and Mercantilist States are in this they two two who meet Larigou at the conference.
